The Hypnosis App

Blake Belladonna sat tucked away in Team BLWY’s dorm room, surrounded by the quiet that descended upon Beacon Academy on the weekends, after everyone else had taken a Bullhead into the city. Her amber eyes were locked onto the pages before her, savoring every word. This was the type of book she could only read when she was alone.

As she delved deeper into the steamy prose, a faint flush crept up her cheeks and her breathing became slightly more labored. Her Faunus cat ears twitched subtly behind her bow, scanning the room for noise, ever vigilant despite her growing immersion in the tale unfolding before her eyes.

Just as she was reaching one of those pivotal moments where characters' clothes were about to start falling off and inhibitions would melt away- just as she was considering laying back, hiking her skirt up, and pulling her panties down- a soft shuffling broke through the silence. Her ears perked straight up this time, and Blake glanced up from her book with an air of frustrated arousal mixed with caution.

The flicker in her amber gaze quickly settled into something harder as she realized who it was crossing the room towards her.

Lux Vesper—the quiet yet ever observant partner of Weiss Schnee—came to a stop just a few steps away, his expression unreadable and calm as always. Despite the initial unease that tightened Blake's shoulders at being interrupted during such an intimate moment with her book, there was something about Lux that didn't feel threatening.

His dark eyes met hers steadily, warm and steady. For a brief flicker of time, Blake felt some of the tension melt away from around her shoulders as she considered him standing before her. "Mind if I sit?" he asked, his low voice smooth like silk across her frayed nerves.

Blake hesitated for just a moment longer than necessary—old habits and defensiveness never truly dying—but then gave a small nod. She closed the book but kept one finger tucked between its pages to mark her spot, not ready to let go of it entirely yet. As team leader, making time for her teammates was part of the job description, even if she didn't always want to.

“What is it, Lux?”

"I wanted to talk to you about your books," Lux said, low voice smooth like silk across frayed nerves and old habits. His dark eyes never wavered from hers, a steady presence she found herself wanting to believe in despite the wariness that flared within her at his words.

Her jaw tightened, a flare of irritation sparking behind her stoic mask. “Schnee has already said plenty,” she retorted, the words dry and cutting. “I don’t need your judgment too.”

Lux shook his head, that warm sincerity in his gaze deepening into something almost palpable between them. Almost like he understood her on some fundamental level she wasn't yet ready to acknowledge aloud. “No, Blake, I’m not here to judge you. Everyone’s got their own thing, and what you enjoy? That’s your business, not mine. I just thought you might like a way to keep things a bit more discreet.”

She blinked, the defensiveness faltering as his words sank in. Her ears perked up slightly, betraying her interest despite the guarded wall she kept so firmly in place. “What do you mean?” she asked, her tone still cautious, probing.

He leaned forward, just enough for her to be able to smell him, and without intention, Blake relaxed further. “Part of your problem is the cover." Lux nodded towards her book. "Ninjas of Love isn't very discreet. It is very obvious you're reading smut, hence why Weiss went off on you." Like Schnee needed an excuse to be a bitch. Lux continued, "I found this app that can scan your books and turn them into PDFs. It won't help you if anyone looks over your shoulders, but it's a lot better than carrying around a book that screams 'smut.'"

If necessary, she could even lie and say she was studying, reading their textbook. The idea struck a chord. No more dodging Yang’s teasing grins or Weiss’s haughty stares. No more tucking her books out of sight. “That sounds… really useful,” Blake conceded, her voice softening as curiosity crept past her suspicion. “How much does it cost?”

Lux slid his scroll from his pocket, tapping it to life with a few deft motions. “It’s free. You just need to download the app and use your scroll’s camera to scan the barcode. It will convert your book into a digital file."

She leaned in slightly, studying the interface as he held it out. It looked clean, straightforward. A faint smile tugged at her lips, a rare crack in her reserved demeanor. “Alright,” she said, the words measured but genuine. “I’ll give it a shot. Can you send me the link?”

His smile widened, a flicker of something—satisfaction, maybe?—glinting in his eyes. “Of course. Sending it now.”

As his fingers brushed the screen, a strange calm washed over her, smoothing the edges of her usual tension. The weight of Weiss’s disapproval, the pressure of leading the team, the constant vigilance—it all seemed to fade, leaving her lighter, unguarded. She didn’t question it, not yet. Her scroll pinged, and she glanced at the link. “Thanks, Lux,” she said, her tone warmer. “I appreciate this.”

“No problem, Blake.” Lux rose from his seat, his movements smooth and deliberate, sliding his scroll back into his pocket. As he turned toward the door, his steps deliberate and unhurried, he paused just before crossing the threshold. Glancing back at her, a faint smirk curled his lips, his tone dipping into something almost teasing. “Oh, by the way,” he said, voice smooth and laced with amusement, “you’ll have the room to yourself for the foreseeable future. Weiss and Yang went to Vale—Weiss for the whole weekend, Yang just for the day. And I’ve got some shopping to take care of, so… you’re on your own here.”

The words hung in the air, light but pointed, and Blake’s Faunus ears twitched beneath her bow. A flush crept up her neck, hot and sudden, as the implication sank in. He knew. The realization hit her like a punch—she’d been on the verge of masturbating, her skirt half-raised in her mind’s eye, when he’d walked in. Her breath caught, and her fingers tightened around the book, the pages crinkling faintly under her grip. Lux’s steady gaze, that subtle curve of his mouth—it wasn’t just observation. It was a quiet amusement born of her mortification.

Her amber eyes narrowed, a flicker of embarrassment warring with her usual stoicism, but she **** her voice to remain even. “Thanks for letting me know, Lux,” she managed, the words clipped yet steady, betraying none of the heat burning her cheeks.

He nodded, the smirk lingering as that knowing glint danced in his eyes. “No problem, Blake. Enjoy your… reading.” With a final, almost imperceptible chuckle, he slipped out the door, the soft click of the latch sealing her into the silence of the empty dorm.

Blake sat motionless, her heart still pounding against her ribs as Lux’s footsteps faded into the distant hum of the dorm. Her Faunus ears twitched beneath her bow, straining for any hint of his return, but the silence held—thick and unbroken. Only then did she release a slow, deliberate breath, the tension in her shoulders easing as the flush of embarrassment receded. Whether he’d seen through her entirely or simply delighted in her discomfort, it was irrelevant now. The dorm was hers, the app was downloaded, and the story waited.

She tapped the link, watching as the app flared to life with a soft chime. A quick scan of the book’s barcode transformed its pages into a crisp digital display, and a faint smile curved her lips. This was freedom—her private escape, untouchable by prying eyes or teasing remarks. Settling back against the pillows, Blake began to read, the steamy prose drawing her in as effortlessly as ever. The dorm’s quiet wrapped around her like a shield, and with each passing moment, the lingering unease from Lux’s visit melted away, replaced by a growing sense of calm.

Time slipped by unnoticed, the afternoon light softening through the window as the story wove its spell. The words painted vivid scenes that stirred her pulse, and the solitude of the empty dorm felt like a gift. A warmth bloomed within her, slow and insistent, pooling low in her belly. Her fingers hesitated over the scroll, then drifted downward, brushing the fabric of her skirt. With a soft sigh, she let her hand slip beneath her waistband, her touch light and unhurried. The narrative’s intimacy mirrored her own, and in the sanctuary of her room, Blake surrendered fully to the moment she’d been craving.

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What I'd said about heading out to shop was a lie, naturally. The truth was I’d lingered just down the hall, Mapper and Tracker pulled up on my scroll, feeding me Yang and Weiss’s positions. Neither showed any sign of returning to the dorm anytime soon; a stroke of luck I didn’t take for granted. Meanwhile, I kept a close eye on Blake’s hypnotic depth through the app’s metrics. There were six tiers of hypnotism, the first only being reached after a full hour entranced. At each tier, the trance got a little harder to break.

When Blake’s depth ticked past that critical first threshold, I moved. Slipping back into our team’s dorm room, I eased the door shut behind me, the soft click resonating with a quiet finality that felt almost poetic. The space was awash in the golden haze of late afternoon, sunlight filtering through the half-drawn curtains and painting the room in warm, lazy streaks. The air hung heavy, thick with a musky scent that hit me like a ****—Blake’s arousal, raw and undeniable. My lips twitched into a smirk. This was better than I’d dared to hope.

In any other circumstance, Blake would’ve been a storm of mortification and fury if I’d caught her like this: skirt bunched up around her thighs, panties shoved aside, fingers slick with her own juices.

But now? She was blissfully oblivious, lost in the web I’d spun.

They say eyes are the windows to the soul, and Blake’s were usually fortified—amber ice, sharp with distrust, daring anyone to cross her boundaries. That armor was gone now. Her gaze was wide, unblinking, locked onto the scroll cradled in her trembling hand.

I stepped closer, my movements slow and deliberate, each footfall measured to avoid shattering the fragile web of her trance. The scent of her arousal grew sharper, intoxicating, pulling me in like a predator to prey. My breath hitched as I knelt beside her, close enough to feel the heat radiating from her skin. Carefully—oh, so carefully—I extended a hand, my fingertip brushing against hers with the lightest touch. Her skin was warm, slick with her essence, and I drew back, lifting my finger to my lips.

She was sweet and tangy, with a faint, wild undertone. It lingered on my tongue, a flavor as complex as the girl herself, sharp yet soft, like the edge of a blade wrapped in velvet. “Delicious,” I murmured. My mind drifted, a smirk tugging at my lips as I wondered aloud, “How long until you let me taste you while you’re awake?”

“I wouldn’t,” Blake replied, her voice distant yet firm, cutting through the stillness. My eyes snapped to hers, heart stuttering—had I miscalculated? But no, her gaze remained glassy, unblinking, still tethered to the scroll. Relief washed over me, chased by a thrill of realization. Hypnotic Depth 1—she’d answer me, pliant and honest, as long as she was entranced.

Assuaged that she hadn’t snapped out of it, I leaned closer, letting my voice dip into a teasing lilt. “Aww, don’t you like me, Blake? Here I thought we were such good friends.”

Her response came quick, distant but firm, cutting through the haze like a reflex. “Don’t like you. Don’t trust you.”

I slid onto the bed beside her, close enough that our thighs brushed, and cranked Potpourri to full blast. The air thickened with a scent I’d crafted just for her—old books and quiet nights, laced with a subtle undercurrent of warmth and safety. It flooded the space, wrapping around us. Then, to seal the deal, I leaned in, my lips hovering near her ear, letting Alluring Whisper weave its magic. At this range, my voice was a velvet thread, inescapable, and my scent—mingled with Potpourri—would be all she could breathe in. “I don’t think that’s quite right, is it?” I murmured, the words smooth and deliberate, sinking into her mind like ink into paper. "I think you like me quite a lot. You can trust me."

Her brow furrowed, a faint shadow of doubt rippling across her blank expression as I pressed her. “Have you done anything to help me?”

“No,” she murmured, her voice distant, like an echo from a dream.

“But I’ve helped you, haven’t I? I gave you the app. Isn’t it the best?”

“Useful…” she said, pausing as if tasting the word. “Private.”

I leaned in closer, letting my voice drop to a smooth, hypnotic cadence, laced with Alluring Whisper’s pull. “It’s not just useful, Blake. It’s the best way to read. Nothing else draws you in like this app does. When you’re reading on it, you’re completely immersed in your stories, aren’t you? Hours slip by, and you don’t even notice.”

“Best… hours…” Her breath hitched, her chest rising and falling in rhythm with my words.

“You want to use it more,” I pressed. “Every chance you get. You’ll reread all your old books on this app, see how they feel different—better. And every new book? You’ll read it here too, because nothing compares. Paper’s obsolete for you now.”

“Read on app… no reason… paper…” Her voice softened, surrendering to the suggestion.

“Isn’t this the best, Blake?”

“The best,” she agreed, a faint nod sealing her words.

“And aren’t you grateful I gave it to you?”

“Yes…”

“So you should like me, right?”

“Yes.” Her response was quicker now, less guarded.

“And trust me?”

Here, she hesitates. I press harder. "I'm your teammate Blake. You can trust me."

Her lips parted, a faint murmur slipping out, barely audible over the dorm’s stillness. “Teammates betray. Adam…”

Adam? Who was Adam? I didn’t know enough to guess. I filed it away, a thread to tug later.

“You’re right not to trust all your teammates, Blake. Yang’s nosy, isn’t she? She annoys you, with how she's always trying to pry, and then teasing you with what she's discovered.” I paused, watching her face for a flicker of reaction. Nothing yet, but I pressed on, dangling the bait. “And Weiss—”

I didn’t need to finish. Even through the trance’s fog, her brow twitched, a spark of hostility breaking the calm. “Don’t like… Schnee… evil,” she whispered, the words sharp with venom despite their softness.

Interesting. That seemed like a disproportionate amount of hostility for one lecture over reading smut in public. There seemed to be history there- another thing for me to dig into that later. For now, it was fuel. "You are right. She is evil. You can't read around her or Yang, can you?"

“Not Weiss. Yang...” Blake’s frown carried a faint edge of confusion, her voice soft and distant. She needed more convincing when it came to Yang.

"Yang’s annoying—she teases you over your reading material, doesn’t she? How does that make you feel?"

"Annoyed..."

"And Weiss is evil," I echo her words. "The app’s the best way to read, isn’t it? You get lost in your books when you’re on it, buy you can’t read like that around them. How does that make you feel?”

"Annoyed," Blake reaffirmed. "Angry." Her tone remained far-off, but frustration simmered beneath; a flicker of her true self shining through the trance.

“And strangers are even worse. With Weiss and Yang, at least you know what to expect. With strangers, who knows what could happen? You can’t let your guard down, can you?”

“No.”

“So when can you use your app?”

“When I’m alone.”

“Or with someone you trust. Do you have someone like that, Blake?”

Her frown deepened, tinged with a quiet sadness. “Not anymore.”

“That’s not entirely true, is it, Blake? There’s someone you can trust.”

“Is there?” Her tone was soft, distant, a question drifting from the depths of her trance.

“Me, Blake. Think about it—I gave you the app, didn’t I? It’s helped you, kept your secrets safe. That means something, doesn’t it?”

Her lips parted, a faint murmur escaping. “No…” The resistance was there, thin but stubborn, a thread of her guarded self holding on.

“Yes,” I countered. “In fact, it’s better if I’m around.”

Her brows furrowed, a flicker of doubt shadowing her entranced face. “Better?” she echoed, the word soft, uncertain.

"When you’re reading on the app, everything else just fades away, doesn’t it? That’s what makes it so special. The world quiets down, and it’s just you and your stories. Nothing else matters.”

Her lips parted slightly, a soft breath escaping. “Yes…”

“You love that feeling, don’t you? How the app pulls you in, keeps you safe in your own little world.”

“Yes…” Her voice was distant, pliant, the edges of her usual sharpness dulled by the trance.

"But sometimes, you might miss something important. That’s the only downside. Wouldn’t it be nice if you didn’t have to worry about that? If there was someone you could trust to watch over you while you’re lost in your books?”

"That would be nice.”

“I’m always here for you, Blake. You can count on me to be that person. Whenever you want to use the app, just let me know, and I’ll make sure everything’s taken care of. I’ll keep an eye on things so you can relax completely.” I framed it as a gift, not a command, letting her ease into the idea.

Her glassy gaze softened. “Let you know…”

“Yes. It’s better if I’m around, isn’t it? So you can read without any worries.”

“Better…” The word slipped out like a sigh, her resistance fading.

“You should always try to find me before using the app—but what if you can’t find me?”

Blake’s brow furrowed slightly, a faint ripple in her glassy calm. “Then… I shouldn’t use it?”

“But the app makes you happy, doesn’t it? You love how it lets you escape into your stories. You don't want to give that up, do you?”

"No..."

"So you want to use the app, right?"

"Yes."

"So use the app. Just make sure you're hidden somewhere no one else will find you before you do and send me a message with your location and how to get to you. You trust me to find you, don't you?"

"Yes." The answer slipped out quickly this time, her hesitation worn down by the app and my voice.

I smiled, a flicker of satisfaction curling my lips as I rose from the bed, slipping my scroll from my pocket with a practiced, casual grace. Blake was as pliant as she’d get at this shallow depth—barely past level one. If I wanted to truly reshape her, I’d need to push her deeper, into the higher tiers: eleven, twenty-one, thirty-one, forty-one, until she’d break completely at fifty-one. She was nowhere near that yet. Each hour she spent entranced on her scroll added one level of depth—too slow for my tastes. But there were ways to accelerate it. Reading on my app doubled the pace—two levels per hour, one every half-hour. Add subliminal audio through my scroll, and it’d climb to three levels an hour, one every twenty minutes. With the right setup, I could have her unraveling in days instead of weeks.

If I had the audio ready, I could’ve started it now, but I hadn’t recorded it yet. I needed to wait—wait until after this first session, until I’d peeled back enough of Blake’s layers to know exactly what strings to pull. How else would I have uncovered this Adam, presumably either a friend or ex-boyfriend who had betrayed her, shattering her ability to trust? If I hadn't done this session first, I would not have known to reinforce her trust in me with the subliminal audio. And how else would I have learned she didn't anyone to lean on anymore? That there was no one who knew her well-enough to notice that she's changed? It would serve me well to keep it that way.

Without the insights from this first session, I couldn’t have tailored the subliminal audio to exploit Blake’s vulnerabilities, so I had waited. Now I knew enough to make a custom tape for Blake. All I needed to know now was whether I would have enough time to make a tape and play it for her now, or if I would have to wait for tomorrow.

I switched to the Mapper and Tracker app. Weiss was a non-factor—she had already said she wasn't going to be coming back this weekend. She didn't like any of us very much- certainly not enough to voluntarily spend time with us- and had duties to attend to as Heiress to the Schnee Dust Company besides. A quick glance confirmed I didn't have to worry about her. Weiss' signal pinged steady at the Vale headquarters of the SDC, far from Beacon’s walls.

It was Yang's location I was looking for. If she wasn't anywhere nearby, I could step into the bathroom, record the audio, and get Blake started on listening to it.

What I found didn't surprise me. Yang’s signal pulsed steady from the heart of Vale’s nightlife district—a neon-drenched playground where she’d no doubt be draping herself over some rich, leering old man by now. My jaw tightened at the thought, a flicker of something dark and possessive curling in my gut. She was mine—or she would be, soon enough. The idea of her flaunting that body, those curves, for anyone but me grated like sandpaper on raw skin but there was nothing I could do about it.

I hadn’t sunk my hooks into Yang yet—hadn’t even tricked her into downloading the app. Even once I've ensnared her, I knew it would take time—countless sessions, plunging her deeper into the hypnotic abyss—to get a slut like her to stop sleeping around. Monogamy wouldn't come easy to her, but once I managed to pound the concept into her, she would be well-worth the work. For tonight, her whorish tendencies might even work in my favor. I stepped into the bathroom to record Blake's tape, assured that Blake would be listening to it for many hours to come.