Hypnosis Game

Lin Xue sat cross-legged on the worn carpet of Chen Yu’s dorm room, a forgotten cup of cooling jasmine tea at her elbow. The late afternoon sun slanted through the dusty blinds, striping the cluttered desk with gold. She had come over to surprise him with his favorite snacks, but he was held up at a last-minute group meeting. Bored, she had opened his laptop to browse for a movie to watch together.

The screen glowed, showing a perfectly ordinary desktop: folders for classes, a shortcut to a game launcher, a few PDFs. She clicked idly through his downloads folder out of habit, looking for nothing in particular. That was when she noticed it—a folder named simply “backup,” tucked between a thesis draft and a collection of memes. The name was too generic, too deliberately anonymous. Something about it made her hand pause.

She double-clicked. The folder opened to reveal dozens of subfolders, each labeled with a girl’s name. Some she recognized. One was hers.

Her heart gave a small, confused thump. She clicked on her own name.

The folder contained over a hundred video files. Thumbnails showed women—some she didn’t know, others she vaguely recognized from campus—in various states of undress, posed in humiliating positions, often with men whose faces were obscured. The titles were clinical, almost depraved: “wife shared with neighbor,” “girlfriend gangbang,” “cuckold cream pie.”

Her breath caught. She scrolled down, eyes scanning frantically. There were compilations, animated loops, screenshots from what looked like chat rooms. The word “cuckold” appeared again and again, a dark thread woven through every file name.

A cold, metallic taste spread across her tongue. She minimized the folder and stared at the desktop, her mind reeling. That word. That strange, obsessive genre. She had stumbled across it once in a late-night internet rabbit hole, clicked away in disgust. But here it was, lovingly organized, hidden inside her boyfriend’s computer.

Her fingers trembled as she took a sip of the now-tepid tea. The liquid felt thick in her throat.

Slowly, fragments of recent memories began to reassemble themselves in a new, unsettling pattern. The way Chen Yu had started whispering things in bed—not romantic things, but questions. “Would you ever let someone else watch us?” he had murmured last week, his voice low and strained, his hands gripping her hips a little too hard. She had laughed it off, thinking it was a clumsy attempt at dirty talk. Then there was the time he had pressed her to tell him about the guys who stared at her on the bus, his eyes gleaming with something she couldn’t name. And the night he had suggested she wear a shorter skirt to a party, claiming it was “just because she looked pretty in it.”

At the time, she had attributed it all to a new phase in their sex life—an exploration of kink, perhaps, a sign of trust. Now, the pieces clicked together with sickening clarity.

He wasn’t just into sharing fantasies. He wanted to see her possessed.

A surge of nausea rose in her throat, followed by a wave of something colder: a strange, dark curiosity. She should confront him. She should demand an explanation, pack her things, walk out. That was what a normal girlfriend would do. But as she sat there, the afternoon shadows lengthening across the floor, she felt something else stir—a perverse need to test the theory, to see if her suspicion was true.

She heard his key in the lock.

Chen Yu stepped inside, shrugging off his jacket, a tired smile on his face. “Hey, love. Sorry I’m late. The meeting ran forever.” He dropped his bag by the desk and leaned down to kiss her forehead. His eyes flicked to the laptop, still open. “Find anything good to watch?”

“Not yet,” she said, her voice remarkably steady. She closed the laptop gently. “I was just thinking.”

“About what?” He settled onto the bed, stretching his arms above his head.

She turned on the carpet to face him, her heart hammering against her ribs. She chose her words with care. “You know Zhang Lei from the basketball team? He’s been messaging me again. Wants to take me out for coffee.”

She watched his face. For a split second—so brief she almost missed it—something flickered in his eyes. It wasn’t jealousy. It wasn’t anger. It was a quick, hungry flash of excitement, there and gone like the glint off a knife. Then his expression smoothed into mild concern.

“That guy? He’s persistent, isn’t he?” Chen Yu’s voice was light, controlled. “What did you tell him?”

“I said I had a boyfriend,” she replied, studying him. “But he keeps pushing.”

He shrugged, too casually. “Well, if he’s being annoying, just ignore him. Or—you know—you could always play along for a bit. See what he wants. Might be funny.”

The words hung in the air between them. The blood in Lin Xue’s veins felt cold and alive at the same time. She forced a smile. “Maybe I will.”

Chen Yu’s lips curved into a smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes. He reached over and squeezed her hand. “Whatever you think is best, babe. I trust you completely.”

But as she looked into his face, she saw the truth written in the tightness around his jaw, in the way his fingers lingered on her skin a second too long. He trusted her to play the part he had always wanted her to play. And deep down, she realized with a strange, thrilling horror, she wasn’t sure she wanted to refuse.

Lin Xue sat cross-legged on her bed, the laptop screen casting a pale glow across her face. The room was silent except for the soft hum of the fan and the occasional click of the mouse. Chen Yu had left for his night shift an hour ago, kissing her forehead with a tenderness that now felt like a mask. She swallowed hard and opened a new browser window.

Her fingers moved quickly, typing in the web address for a temporary email service. She needed a fresh identity—nothing traceable, nothing real. The username came easily: *VelvetWhisper*. A generic avatar, a stock photo of a girl with dark hair and a smirk. Age: 21. Location: a nearby city. Bio: “Just curious.”

She created a social media account under that name, then found Zhang Lei’s profile. His photos showed him laughing with friends, lifting weights at the gym, shirtless on a beach. He was handsome in a straightforward way—broad shoulders, easy smile. The kind of guy who seemed genuinely decent. That made it worse.

Lin Xue bit her lip and sent a friend request. Then a message: *“Hey, I saw your profile. You look fun. Want to chat?”*

It took him less than a minute to accept.

*“Hey yourself. Who’s this?”*

*“Just a girl who likes what she sees.”* She typed that with a grimace, then forced herself to continue. *“I’m new in town. Bored. Looking for something… different.”*

Zhang Lei replied with a laughing emoji. *“Different how?”*

She had rehearsed this. She knew the script. But knowing didn’t make it easier. Her heart pounded as she typed: *“Ever heard of hypnosis? Like, real mind control stuff?”*

A pause. Then three dots. Then: *“Sounds fake. But I’m intrigued.”*

That was the hook. She sent him a link—a file hosted on a free cloud service, disguised as a harmless app called “Zen Focus.” The icon was a calm blue lotus. The description promised relaxation and better sleep. The reality was something Chen Yu had found on a dark forum, a package of code designed to sink into a phone’s operating system and lay dormant until activated.

“Just download it,” she wrote. “It’s safe. I use it myself. There’s a special feature I want to show you… if you trust me.”

Zhang Lei replied almost immediately. *“Trust a stranger on the internet? My mom warned me about this.”* But he added a winking emoji. *“But okay. You seem legit. And I’m curious. What does it do?”*

Lin Xue glanced at the closed bedroom door. She thought of Chen Yu’s whispered requests, the videos he made her watch, the way his hands trembled when she agreed. She thought of Zhang Lei’s easy laughter and the way he looked at her in the hallway, never knowing she was about to pull him into their game.

“It opens your mind,” she typed. “Trust me. Download it, open it, and then I’ll tell you the next step.”

The three dots appeared again. Then a long pause. She watched the cursor blink on the chat screen, her breath held. Finally, a notification popped up: *Zhang Lei has accepted the file.*

She let out a shuddering exhale.

On the other side of the city, Zhang Lei sat on his couch, phone in hand. The app downloaded in seconds. He tapped the icon, and a clean interface opened—soft blues and whites, a lotus animation. A voice guided him through a quick setup: grant permissions, allow notifications, enable microphone access. It all seemed standard for a meditation app. He shrugged and clicked through.

Then a menu appeared at the bottom, almost hidden: **Hypnosis Control – Beta**.

He frowned and tapped it. A blank screen popped up with a single button: **Pair with Controller**.

*“What’s this?”* he messaged the girl.

Her reply came fast: *“Hit the button. It’ll connect you to me. Then I’ll show you what this app can really do. You won’t regret it.”*

Zhang Lei grinned. This was weird, but exciting. He had always been open to new experiences. And the girl was cute, even if her profile picture was probably fake. He pressed the button.

His phone vibrated once. The screen turned black for a second, then displayed a new message: **Connected to Controller: VelvetWhisper**.

Back in her bedroom, Lin Xue stared at the connection confirmation on her own device. The app Chen Yu had installed on her laptop now showed Zhang Lei’s name, his location, his phone’s status. A slider appeared: *Hypnotic Influence: 0%*.

She could feel the weight of what she was doing pressing down on her chest. But she also felt a strange thrill—a sense of power, of control. Chen Yu wanted this. She was doing this for him. For them.

She typed to Zhang Lei: *“Now, look at the screen. Let yourself relax. Don’t fight it. Just listen to my voice.”*

She didn’t have a voice yet—the app had a text-to-speech function, but she wanted to use her real voice later. For now, she sent a pre-recorded audio file: a soft, rhythmic drone with subliminal whispers buried beneath. Zhang Lei would hear it as a soothing hum. His subconscious would capture the commands.

He replied: *“That’s trippy. I’m getting sleepy…”*

Lin Xue smiled, the first genuine smile she’d felt all night. It was working.

She leaned back, her fingers still hovering over the keyboard. The plan was sprouting, roots sinking into Zhang Lei’s mind. She would nurture it, water it with suggestions and triggers, until the day he saw her in person and couldn’t resist her pull.

Outside her window, the city lights blinked like distant stars. Chen Yu would be home in a few hours. She would tell him everything, and he would hold her and whisper praises in her ear. She would feel dirty and loved all at once.

And Zhang Lei would become theirs.

Zhang Lei spotted Lin Xue near the library steps, her hair catching the late afternoon light. She was sitting alone on a low wall, earbuds in, scrolling through her phone. He took a breath, adjusted his backpack strap, and walked over.

“Hey, Lin Xue. Fancy meeting you here.”

She looked up, smiled. That familiar, bright smile that made his chest tighten. “Oh, hi, Zhang Lei. Just killing time before my next class.”

He nodded, sat down next to her—close enough that he could catch the faint floral scent of her shampoo. “Mind if I hang out for a bit? I’ve been meaning to ask you about that history assignment.”

“Sure, no problem.” She pulled out one earbud and turned toward him.

They talked for a few minutes about professors and deadlines. Normal, easy. But Zhang Lei’s hand drifted to his pocket, where his phone waited. The app was already open, the screen dimmed. He’d downloaded it last night, fueled by late-night desperation and a thread of hope he didn’t want to examine too closely.

“Hey, um,” he said, keeping his voice casual, “I heard about this new study technique. Something about auditory focus patterns. Want to try it with me real quick? Just for fun.”

Lin Xue tilted her head, curious. “What kind of technique?”

He pulled out his phone, angled it so she couldn’t see the screen clearly. “It’s just a sound file. They said it helps with concentration. I’ll play it for a few seconds, and you just relax.”

She hesitated, just a beat. Then she shrugged. “Okay, why not?”

He tapped the app. A silent trigger—the phone vibrated once against his palm. There was no sound; the app was designed to work through a subtle frequency embedded in the speaker, barely audible. He watched her face.

Lin Xue’s smile faltered. Her eyes widened slightly, then grew unfocused, as if she were staring at something far behind him. Her body went still, shoulders losing tension, hands dropping into her lap.

“Lin Xue?” he whispered.

No response. Her gaze was fixed on the middle distance. The earbud that had been dangling from her ear swayed gently, but she didn’t blink.

Zhang Lei’s heart hammered. It worked. It actually worked. He glanced around—no one was watching. The campus walkway was mostly empty, a few students in the distance heading toward the dormitories.

He swallowed, his mouth dry. “Lin Xue, can you hear me?”

Her lips parted slightly. “Yes.” Her voice was flat, but not robotic. Just… empty.

“Good,” he said, his own voice shaking. He wanted to test the limits. “Stand up.”

She stood immediately, movements smooth but mechanical. Her bag slid off her shoulder; he caught it before it hit the ground.

“Okay,” he breathed. “Good. Now—sit back down.”

She sat, lowering herself onto the wall with the same disconnected grace. Her eyes remained that vacant, glassy stare. Inside, Lin Xue’s heart pounded against her ribs. She kept her breathing even, her face slack, her body utterly still. This was the game. She had to sell it. For Chen Yu. For the strange thrill that coiled in her stomach—a mix of fear and anticipation she didn’t want to name.

Zhang Lei leaned in closer. His voice was barely a whisper. “You’re completely under my control, aren’t you?”

“Yes,” she said again, the word tasting like a lie wrapped in truth.

He smiled, a slow, predatory smile that didn’t reach his eyes. “Let’s talk a little more. I want to know what you really think about me.”

Lin Xue felt a pulse of nervousness, but beneath it, a dark current of expectation. She kept her face empty and waited for his next command.

The afternoon sun cast long shadows across the campus courtyard, and Lin Xue timed her exit from the library with precision. She knew Chen Yu would be walking past the west corridor on his way to the student union meeting, and she knew Zhang Lei would be waiting for her by the fountain, as he had every day for the past week.

She spotted Zhang Lei first, his broad shoulders easy to pick out among the scattering students. He held a small bouquet of white lilies, the same flowers he gave her last time. She had told him they were her favorite.

“Lin Xue!” Zhang Lei’s face lit up when he saw her approaching. He offered the flowers with an earnest smile. “For you.”

She accepted them with a practiced grace, letting her fingers brush against his. “Thank you, Zhang Lei. You’re too sweet.” Her voice carried just enough warmth to be encouraging, but not so much that it seemed out of character for the shy school beauty.

From the corner of her eye, she saw Chen Yu round the corner of the humanities building. His stride slowed, just a fraction, as his gaze landed on the two of them. Lin Xue leaned a little closer to Zhang Lei, tilting her head as if listening intently to something he said.

Chen Yu’s jaw tightened. He stopped walking, his hands curling into fists at his sides. A few passing students glanced at him, then at the scene by the fountain, and quickly averted their eyes. Lin Xue saw it all, but she pretended not to notice. Instead, she let out a light laugh at something Zhang Lei said, then touched his arm gently.

“I have to go now,” she said softly. “But thank you for the flowers. You’re really thoughtful.”

Zhang Lei’s face reddened. “I’ll see you tomorrow?”

“Maybe,” she replied with a shy smile, and turned away.

As she walked past Chen Yu, she made eye contact for just a second. His expression was stiff, controlled. She saw the faint tremor in his lips—the telltale sign of suppressed emotion. But was it anger? Or excitement? She needed to know.

Without a word, she continued toward the dormitory building, the lilies held close to her chest.

Later that evening, she sat on her bed, the hypnosis app open on her phone. She had already sent Zhang Lei the link, disguising it as a relaxation audio for his pre-competition nerves. He had downloaded it without question. Now all she had to do was wait.

A soft knock on her door made her jump. She quickly closed the app and called out, “Come in.”

Chen Yu entered, his face carefully neutral. He closed the door behind him and leaned against it. “I saw you with Zhang Lei today.”

Lin Xue looked down, feigning guilt. “I’m sorry. He just came up to me. I didn’t want to be rude.”

“You accepted his flowers,” he said, his voice flat.

“I didn’t want to make a scene. You know how he is—he’s persistent.” She glanced up through her lashes. “Are you angry?”

Chen Yu was silent for a long moment. Then, unexpectedly, a small smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. “No,” he said softly. “I’m not angry. I trust you.”

Relief flooded through her, but it was mixed with something else—a confirmation. He wasn’t angry. He was intrigued. She had seen the way his eyes had lingered on her and Zhang Lei, the way his breathing had quickened when she touched Zhang Lei’s arm.

She stood up and approached him, placing a hand on his chest. “You really don’t mind?”

His hand covered hers. “I mind that he’s bothering you. But I also… I don’t know. I felt something else.” He looked away, ashamed. “Something I shouldn’t feel.”

Lin Xue’s heart raced. She had him. She leaned up and kissed his cheek. “It’s okay. Whatever you feel, it’s okay. I love you.”

He pulled her into a tight embrace. Over his shoulder, her eyes were open and calculating. She had confirmed what she suspected. Now she could proceed with the next phase of the plan.

The next morning, she sent a voice message to Zhang Lei through the app. “Are you there?” she asked, her voice laced with a gentle, suggestive tone. “I need you to meet me at the west side of the gymnasium at noon. Come alone. And bring the flowers again.”

An hour later, she received a reply: a simple thumbs-up emoji. Perfect.

At noon, she stood in the shadow of the gymnasium, watching Zhang Lei approach with a bouquet of white lilies. Chen Yu was supposed to be in a lecture on the third floor of the science building—but she had planted the idea in his mind that he should check his phone at exactly 12:15. She had sent him a fake text from a blocked number: “Your girlfriend is meeting someone behind the gym.”

She knew he would come. He always did.

Zhang Lei stopped in front of her, his smile wide. “You wanted to see me?”

“Yes,” she said, stepping closer. “I’ve been thinking about you a lot lately.”

His eyes widened. “Really?”

“Really.” She took the flowers from his hand and set them aside, then looked up at him with a fragile, vulnerable expression. “Can you do something for me? Just close your eyes and listen. Trust me.”

He hesitated, but then nodded. She pulled out her phone, opened the hypnosis app, and pressed play. The sound was inaudible to anyone except Zhang Lei through his Bluetooth earbuds—a low-frequency hum layered with whispered suggestions.

His eyelids drooped almost immediately. His body swayed slightly, then steadied.

“You feel very calm,” she said softly, her voice now layered with the app’s effect. “When you open your eyes, you will see only me. You will do exactly as I say. Nod if you understand.”

He nodded, his movements slow and dreamlike.

“Open your eyes.”

His gaze was unfocused, but locked on her. “I see you,” he murmured.

“Good,” she said, a cold thrill running through her. “Now come closer. Put your arm around my waist.”

He obeyed. She guided his hand to rest on her hip, then positioned herself so that anyone watching from the gym’s side entrance would see them standing intimately close.

And she knew Chen Yu was watching.

From behind the half-open door of the maintenance shed twenty meters away, Chen Yu saw everything. He saw Zhang Lei’s arm around Lin Xue. He saw her lean into him, her body pressing against his. He saw her tilt her head back, lips parted, as if inviting a kiss.

His heart pounded. Jealousy coiled in his stomach, hot and sharp—but beneath it, a darker excitement stirred. He didn’t move to stop them. He didn’t call out. He just watched, his breath shallow, his hands trembling against the rusted door frame.

Lin Xue’s peripheral vision caught the glint of movement in the shed. She smiled inwardly. There he was. Exactly where she wanted him.

She pulled away from Zhang Lei, leaving him standing dazed and obedient. “Wait for me here,” she instructed. “When I touch my necklace, you will remember nothing of this conversation. You will only remember that we had a nice talk, and that I asked you to meet me again tomorrow.”

He blinked slowly. “Tomorrow.”

“Yes. Bring the flowers.”

She turned and walked toward the gym’s main exit, her steps light and purposeful. Chen Yu was no longer visible—he had retreated deeper into the shed. But she knew he was still there, still watching, still caught in the web she was spinning.

Tonight, she would go to his dorm room. She would wrap her arms around him, press her body close, and whisper, “Did you enjoy watching?”

And she knew exactly what his answer would be.

The afternoon sun slanted through the dusty windows of the empty classroom on the third floor, casting long rectangles of light across the worn wooden desks. Zhang Lei stood by the teacher's podium, his phone clutched in his hand, the hypnosis app glowing on the screen. His thumb hovered over the command button, and a nervous thrill ran through him.

Lin Xue sat in the front row, her hands folded neatly on her lap, her school skirt pleated just above her knees. She looked up at him with wide, innocent eyes, the picture of a perfect school beauty. But inside, her heart hammered against her ribs. She knew what was coming. She had rehearsed this moment in her mind a hundred times since downloading the app and sending Zhang Lei the fake invitation. Now it was real.

"Are you ready?" Zhang Lei asked, his voice low and eager.

Lin Xue nodded slowly, letting her gaze go slightly blank. "Yes, Master. I will obey."

The words felt foreign on her tongue, but she forced them out. She had to make this convincing. For Chen Yu. She thought of his face, his whispered encouragements, his promise that this would bring them closer. She clenched her hands beneath the desk and let the shame wash over her like a cold tide.

Zhang Lei tapped the screen. "Remove your school uniform. Slowly."

Lin Xue rose from her seat, her movements deliberate and mechanical. She reached for the buttons of her white blouse, her fingers trembling slightly—not from fear of the app, but from the raw humiliation of the act. One button, two, three. She slipped the blouse from her shoulders and let it fall to the floor. The fabric pooled around her ankles like a discarded chrysalis.

She stood before him in her plain white bra, the lace trim just visible beneath the thin cotton. Her skin prickled in the cool air of the classroom, and she crossed her arms involuntarily before forcing them down to her sides.

"Now the skirt," Zhang Lei said, his voice thick with excitement.

Lin Xue's fingers found the zipper at her side. She unfastened it with a soft rasp and let the skirt slide down her thighs. It dropped to join the blouse. She stood in her bra and matching white panties, her legs bare, the school's emblem embroidered on the waistband of her underwear. She stared straight ahead, her expression fixed in a mask of obedient vacancy.

Zhang Lei stepped closer. He circled her slowly, his eyes roving over her body. "Good girl. You're doing exactly as you're told."

Lin Xue said nothing. She kept her gaze on the far wall, counting the cracks in the plaster to keep her mind steady. Behind her, she heard his breathing quicken.

He reached out and placed his hand on her shoulder. His palm was warm and slightly sweaty. He traced a line down her arm, then across her collarbone, his fingers lingering on the strap of her bra. She flinched, just slightly, then forced herself to relax. She had to be the perfect puppet.

"You like this, don't you?" he whispered, his mouth close to her ear. "Being controlled. Being touched."

Lin Xue swallowed. "Yes, Master. I like it."

The lie burned in her throat, but she shaped it into a soft, breathy moan. She let her head loll back, let her eyes flutter half-closed. Zhang Lei's hand slid down her stomach, then around to her lower back. He pulled her closer, pressing her against his chest. She could feel the rapid beat of his heart through his shirt.

He cupped her breast through the bra, his thumb rubbing over the nipple. A tremor went through her. She forced herself to lean into the touch, to let out a low, quivering sigh. The sound surprised her—it felt almost real, a ghost of pleasure that shamed her even more.

"That's it," Zhang Lei murmured. "Let me hear you."

His hand roamed lower, over her hip, across her thigh. Lin Xue bit the inside of her cheek to hold back the urge to push him away. Instead, she arched her back, pressing her body into his palm, and let a louder moan escape her lips. It echoed in the empty classroom, bouncing off the blackboard and the rows of empty desks.

She thought of Chen Yu. Somewhere, he was waiting for her report, waiting to hear every detail of what Zhang Lei had done. She imagined his excitement, his gratitude, and the way he would hold her afterward. That image was the only thing keeping her standing.

Zhang Lei's hand found the waistband of her panties. He hooked his fingers under the elastic and tugged gently. Lin Xue's breath caught. She tensed, her body screaming resistance, but she forced herself to remain still.

"Please, Master," she whispered, her voice trembling with a mix of shame and feigned submission. "May I be allowed to keep them on? Just for now?"

Zhang Lei hesitated. He looked at her face, at the fragility in her eyes, and something in him softened. He pulled his hand away. "Fine. For now. But next time, I won't be so generous."

Lin Xue nodded, relief flooding through her like a cold wave. "Thank you, Master."

He stepped back, picking up his phone. "Get dressed. We're done for today."

She bent down, her fingers fumbling with the blouse and skirt. As she pulled them on, she felt the weight of what she had done settle into her bones. She had crossed a line. There was no going back.

But when she thought of Chen Yu's smile, she knew she would cross it again.

Chen Yu’s palm was slick against the cold metal of the classroom door handle. He had slipped out during the break between fourth and fifth period, telling Lin Xue he needed to use the restroom. Instead, he had circled around the back of the old teaching building and let himself into the empty classroom next door—the one with the connecting storage closet that shared a wall with their usual meeting room.

He knelt behind the door, one eye pressed to the narrow gap where the hinge-side crack let in a sliver of light. The wood frame smelled of dust and old chalk. His heart hammered against his ribs, a dull, insistent drum that made his fingertips tingle.

Through the crack, he could see Zhang Lei’s broad back. The guy had his hands on Lin Xue’s shoulders, guiding her toward the teacher’s desk. Lin Xue’s ponytail swayed as she tilted her head, laughing about something—a light, airy sound that Chen Yu knew was completely fake. He had memorized every inflection of her real laugh, the way it crinkled her nose. This was the performance laugh, the one she used when she was nervous.

“You’ve been acting strange lately,” Zhang Lei said, his voice muffled through the gap. “All those texts, the late-night calls. I thought maybe you were finally giving me a chance.”

Lin Xue said something too soft for Chen Yu to catch. She reached up and touched Zhang Lei’s chest, her fingers spreading across his shirt. Chen Yu’s stomach twisted. That was her gesture—the one she used when she wanted to distract him from an argument. She was using it on someone else.

Zhang Lei’s hands dropped from her shoulders to her waist. He pulled her closer, and Chen Yu saw his girlfriend’s body yield, pressing against the other man’s frame. Her skirt rode up slightly as she shifted her weight. Chen Yu’s throat went dry.

“Are you sure about this?” Zhang Lei asked, his voice dropping lower. “Because I’ve wanted you for so long, Lin Xue. I don’t want to mess this up.”

Lin Xue’s reply came clear this time, almost too clear, as if she wanted Chen Yu to hear it through the wall. “I want this. I want you.”

Chen Yu’s jaw clenched. He had coached her on those lines, rehearsed them in whispered phone calls when no one else was around. Hearing her say them to another man made the blood rush to his groin with a force that left him lightheaded.

Zhang Lei’s hands moved up from her waist. Chen Yu saw his thumb hook under the edge of Lin Xue’s school blouse, sliding beneath the fabric. The pale skin of her stomach appeared, and then his palm flattened against her ribcage, pushing upward.

Lin Xue’s head fell back. Her eyes were half-closed, her lips parted. Chen Yu watched for any sign of genuine distress—a flinch, a frown, a hand pushing away. There was nothing. Her body remained still, compliant, as Zhang Lei’s fingers found the front clasp of her bra.

The snap was audible even through the door.

Chen Yu’s breath caught. His own hands were shaking, pressed flat against his thighs. The bulge in his pants was painful now, straining against the coarse denim. He shifted his weight, trying to relieve the pressure, but it only made it worse.

Zhang Lei’s hand slid inside Lin Xue’s blouse. Chen Yu could see the movement of fabric, the subtle shifting as those fingers cupped and squeezed. Lin Xue’s shoulders trembled—just a fraction, just enough for Chen Yu to notice. Her hands gripped the edge of the teacher’s desk behind her, knuckles white.

“You’re so beautiful,” Zhang Lei murmured, and then he bent his head to her neck, kissing the curve where her pulse beat.

Lin Xue made a small sound, half gasp, half moan. Chen Yu knew that sound. He had heard it in the dark of their own bedroom, muffled against his shoulder. Now it was for someone else, and the jealousy that lanced through him was so sharp it felt like pleasure.

He pressed his forehead against the wood, his breathing ragged. The jealousy burned, but underneath it, something darker coiled and tightened, spreading heat through his groin. He wanted to burst through the door, to shove Zhang Lei away, to reclaim her. But he also wanted to stay exactly where he was, watching his girlfriend be touched by another man, letting it happen.

Lin Xue’s hand came up and covered Zhang Lei’s, guiding it. Chen Yu saw her fingers interlace with his, pressing his palm harder against her breast. Her body arched into the touch, and the tremble that ran through her was unmistakable now—not resistance, but surrender.

Chen Yu’s hand moved to his own crotch, pressing down through the fabric. The pressure sent a jolt through him. He bit his lip to keep from making a sound.

Through the crack, he watched Zhang Lei’s hand move, kneading, circling. He watched his girlfriend’s face, flushed and slack with a pleasure he had put there by proxy. The jealousy and the excitement twisted together inside him until he couldn’t tell them apart anymore.

He closed his eyes, and the darkness behind his lids was filled with the image of her trembling body, and the sound of her soft, betraying moans.

The bedroom light hummed overhead, a faint amber glow that cast shadows across the walls. Lin Xue stood near the bed, her fingers twisting together in front of her. Zhang Lei sat on the edge of the mattress, phone in hand, the hypnosis app still glowing on the screen. He scrolled through the command list with a casual thumb, then looked up at her.

"Time to go deeper," he said. His voice was calm, but there was an edge of excitement beneath it. "Kneel."

The word hit her like a soft wave. Her knees bent before she could think, the carpet rough against her skin. She looked up at him, eyes wide, her breath shallow. Somewhere in the back of her mind, a small voice whispered that this was wrong. That Chen Yu might see. But Chen Yu had said to go along with it. He had said he wanted to watch her surrender.

Zhang Lei set the phone aside. He unbuckled his belt with deliberate slowness, the metal clink cutting through the quiet. Lin Xue's heart hammered. Her mouth went dry. She remembered the last time she had done this—clumsy, uncertain, with Chen Yu's hand in her hair, guiding her. Now there was no guiding hand. Only expectation.

"Open your mouth," Zhang Lei said.

She hesitated. A flicker of resistance sparked in her chest. She thought of Chen Yu's face when he talked about it—the strange light in his eyes, the way he held her afterward, whispering that she was perfect. That she made him feel alive. The spark died.

She parted her lips.

Zhang Lei stood and stepped closer. His erection was already hard, angled toward her face. He took hold of his base and pressed the tip against her lower lip. She opened wider, and he slid inside.

The taste was salt and skin. She wrapped her lips around him, unsure at first. Then she remembered the rhythm Chen Yu had taught her—up and down, tongue flat, teeth hidden. She began to move.

Zhang Lei let out a low breath. "That's it. Deeper."

He placed a hand on the back of her head, fingers threading through her hair. He pushed gently at first, then with more pressure, guiding her down until the head of his cock hit the back of her throat. She gagged, eyes watering, but she didn't pull away. She breathed through her nose and kept moving.

"You're good at this," he murmured. "Look at you. So obedient."

Lin Xue's cheeks burned. Tears streaked down her face, but she didn't stop. She bobbed her head faster, wanting to prove she could do it. Wanting to please him—because pleasing him meant pleasing Chen Yu. That thought carried her forward, drowning out the shame.

Zhang Lei's grip tightened. He thrust into her mouth, setting a faster pace. Her hands came up to grip his thighs for balance. The carpet bit into her knees. The world narrowed to the pressure in her throat, the wet sounds filling the room, and the quiet moans above her.

Through it all, she kept her eyes closed. She imagined Chen Yu watching from somewhere, his phone recording, his breathing ragged. She imagined him whispering that she was his good girl. That she was perfect.

And she kept moving.

The classroom was dim, lit only by the pale glow of a single desk lamp. Zhang Lei stood over Lin Xue, his breath heavy and uneven. She lay motionless on the wooden desk, her body slack, her eyes closed. To him, she was a doll, a vessel for his command. The hypnosis app had whispered in his ear, telling him she was his to use, that she would obey without resistance. He believed it deeply.

He gripped her shoulders and flipped her onto her stomach, her white blouse bunching up around her waist. Her skirt had already ridden high, exposing the curve of her thighs. He pulled her panties down, a thin strip of white fabric that caught the light. His hands trembled as he unbuckled his belt, the leather creaking in the silence.

Lin Xue kept her breathing slow and steady, feigning unconsciousness. Inside, her heart pounded. She felt the cold air on her skin, the pressure of his hands guiding her hips. When he pushed into her, she bit the inside of her cheek to stay still. The initial stretch was sharp, a reminder of the boundary she was crossing for Chen Yu’s sake. But then the warmth spread, a slow wave that pooled in her belly. Her vagina—she thought of it with clinical distance—grew slick, betraying her act. The pleasure crept in, unwanted and undeniable, as he moved rhythmically against her.

She buried her face in her folded arms, letting out a soft moan that she disguised as a murmur of sleep. Her fingers clawed at the desk’s edge, the wood grain biting into her palms. She hated how her body responded, how her hips tilted instinctively to meet his thrusts. But she didn’t stop. She couldn’t. This was what Chen Yu wanted.

Chen Yu stood in the narrow gap between the bookcase and the wall, his back pressed against the cold paint. The shadows clung to him like a shroud. He watched Zhang Lei’s back muscles flex as he drove into Lin Xue, watched her limp body jolt with each motion. His hand slid down his stomach and into his pants, gripping himself through the fabric. His breath hitched as he stroked, his eyes fixed on the scene before him.

He wanted to look away. The nausea coiled in his gut, a bitter taste rising in his throat. But the image of her—his Lin Xue, his pure, innocent Lin Xue—being taken by another man sent a jolt of heat through his groin. He hated himself for it. He hated the way his arousal pulsed in time with Zhang Lei’s rhythm.

Lin Xue’s muscles tensed, and Chen Yu saw her fingers twitch on the desk. He knew that sign. She was close. He pressed his palm harder against himself, stifling a gasp. The sight of her surrender, her feigned helplessness, his own complicity—it all crashed into him, a wave of shame and ecstasy.

One of Zhang Lei’s hands came down on Lin Xue’s shoulder, pinning her harder. He grunted, his pace quickening. Lin Xue’s body stiffened, then shuddered. A low, guttural cry escaped her throat, muffled by her arm. Chen Yu saw the tremor run through her spine, and he matched it, his own release spilling into his hand.

For a moment, there was only the sound of ragged breathing. Zhang Lei pulled out, panting, and stumbled back, his mind fogged by the app’s suggestion. He believed she was still asleep, that he had used her without her knowledge.

Lin Xue lay still, her heart racing, her skin flushed with lingering heat. She felt the trickle of wetness between her thighs and squeezed them together, her lips parted in a silent, satisfied sigh.

From the shadows, Chen Yu wiped his hand on his jeans, his gaze lingering on her prone form. A sickened thrill coursed through him. He knew they would do this again.