Chapter 1

The instant pleasure almost melted my brain. My body arched backward, trembling wildly out of control, my vagina twitched and contracted, and a brilliant sense of comfort blossomed in my crotch. I lost my strength and fell forward onto my son .

　　My son hugged my waist and moved down to my buttocks, first caressing, then grabbing and kneading, and then sliding his fingers into the groove of my buttocks and kneading my sensitive areas.

I was powerless to resist and could only feel the bone-melting ecstasy. My anus contracted and dilated at my son ‘s teasing. I buried my head in his neck, panting, and smelled his strong masculine body odor.

　　My son ‘s body is so hard, his chest is broad and firm, and his well-developed pectoral muscles press tightly against my breasts, squeezing and deforming them.

　　My son ‘s penis felt so strange, hard and hot, penetrating my vagina after my orgasm. The feeling of soreness and fullness was incomparable, and I unconsciously moved again.

It felt so good that I couldn’t stop. I felt like I was going to faint, but I still wanted more.

How many times have you climaxed ?

How many hours have you been having sex ?

I found myself completely lost.

But it’s not enough, I never feel it’s enough, I want to be possessed, kissed, caressed, penetrated, I want a son , I want to be loved by him.

　　My son hugged me and sat up vigorously. His penis was so big that the glans reached the end of my vagina. The strong feeling of “reaching the bottom” rushed straight to my brain. Every inch was filled. The vaginal mucosa was not blocked by the condom and stuck to his penis without a gap.

It suddenly occurred to me that I was already in his shape.

Our eyes met, and my face was burning. I couldn’t imagine how red it looked. My son stared at me, his big hands caressing my face affectionately, and the joy and pain that burst out in my heart almost made me cry out.

　　My son started moving, his erect penis stirring inside me, mixing my countless emotions into one: regret, sweetness, humiliation, and joy. I didn’t have time to sort them out one by one. My body was already trembling in pleasure, and the wonderful feeling coming from my crotch made me lean back in comfort. I screamed out, and moved my body to cooperate with him.

　　My son grabbed my head and brought my face in front of him. My mind went blank, I closed my eyes, and opened my red lips for him.

　　My son ‘s mouth touched my lips, we pressed together, rubbing, his tongue stuck in, I stuck out my tongue to entangle with his. His mouth was wet and hot, his tongue was slippery, moving in my mouth. He sucked me, sucking the saliva and taste in my mouth, and I sucked him too, our lips tightly sucked each other.

I was intoxicated. The feeling of the wet kiss and the feeling of genital contact entered my brain at the same time. I couldn’t help myself. I shook my head and kissed him passionately from all angles. My vagina gripped him tightly and my hips swung vigorously.

Then I screamed and raised my head in ecstasy. He swayed up and down while holding me and kissing and licking my neck.

“Ah…ah…ah…ah…ah…ah…ah…ah…ah…ah…”

I couldn’t breathe, I couldn’t think and didn’t want to think, I just wanted to feel him, feel him, let him own me, conquer me, enjoy me. I just wanted to be one with him.

“I love you , son !” I cried out.

“I love you!...Ah!...I love you...Ah! Ah~...Ah...”

That love was so strong that it suffocated me. I didn’t want to do anything else except make love with him and be tender and affectionate with him. I didn’t want to stop, I just wanted to indulge myself, and I just hoped that I could do this with him until the end of time.

Then I climaxed.

The pleasure erupted from every inch of my body at the same time, and an indescribable sense of happiness spread to every corner of my soul. I felt like I was ascending to heaven, floating in the climax for a long time.

　　My son was ejaculating, and the semen hit my vagina again and again. I fell into a dream in the boundless comfort, and then a little reason emerged from the cracks of the climax. They screamed and roared, trying to wake me up, even though I had already indulged, even though the sweet pleasure was still lingering between my legs, and the erotic smell of our sex was still lingering in my nose.

A tear fell from my eye, and pain and despair emerged faintly. Suddenly, everything went black in front of my eyes and I was about to lose consciousness.

How did this all begin?

I don’t know where to start...

…

Chapter 2

It was April, the cherry blossoms on the roadside were almost gone, and Bethany brought me a guest.

“ Miss Abigail , this is George from Lanport Bank ,” Bethany said.

Compared to the last time I saw her, Bethany was even more beautiful. I was not mistaken in thinking so. Her face had indeed changed. She was my friend and a criminal police officer at the Langang City Police Department. In the past two years, she participated in a secret undercover operation and had plastic surgery afterwards, which made her already beautiful face even more cool.

She is 177cm tall, 2cm taller than me, 29 years old, 7 years younger than me. She has an oval face, and after minor plastic surgery, her appearance is perfect. She has an overly beautiful slender figure, long straight black hair, and a pair of beautiful legs wrapped in black stockings extending from her hip-wrapped professional skirt and wearing black pointed patent leather high heels.

Her snow-white skin and red lips made her look dazzlingly cool, but such a beauty did not make Mr. Ming smile.

He said, “ Miss Abigail , I only know that you are the editor-in-chief of Huanya Media and a famous journalist, but I didn’t expect you to be a detective?”

“In fact, I no longer take investigation business.”

　　Bethany added: “Unless it’s a friend who introduced it.”

I could only smile and take it as my agreement.

　　George said, “ Miss Abigail , it’s not that I don’t trust you, but this matter involves the privacy of me and my... ex-fiancée, so I have to be cautious. Excuse me, it’s hard for me to believe that a beautiful woman like you is also an investigative detective.”

　　Bethany said, “ George , have you heard about the Chaise Club case?”

“Of course I know. That case caused a stir across the country eight or nine years ago. Let me think about it. It involves drugs and human trafficking, right? If I remember correctly, the first person to report that case was Miss Abigail .”

　　Bethany said, “Actually, Miss Abigail solved that case .”

“What? Really?”

“Unfortunately, our police only assisted Miss Abigail in that case and did some finishing work.”

“Incredible.” George said, “ Miss Abigail , how did you, a woman, take down a drug cartel?”

I said, “I’m also sorry that I can’t tell you the details of the case because, as you are concerned, I have to protect the privacy of many people.”

“You are right, I made a mistake.”

　　Bethany put her hand on his shoulder and said, “ Don’t worry, George . Miss Abigail is overkill when it comes to Emily ‘s matter .”

“ Bethany , can’t you just help me investigate? You’re a police officer.”

“It’s precisely because I’m a policeman that I can’t help you.”

“Okay.” George looked at me and said, “ Miss Abigail , my fiancée’s name is Emily . Have you heard of her?”

“Of course I’ve heard of her. She’s the most famous advertising model in the country and has also played roles in several movies.”

“I broke up with her half a month ago. No, she broke up with me.”

“You think there’s something fishy going on?”

“Of course.” George said with a painful expression, “I know. You must be thinking that I was dumped, so I am not convinced, or I am mentally ill. To be honest, I may be mentally ill. I really love Emily ... I don’t know how to say it... I...”

“ George , can you please tell me what is wrong with you?”

“There’s nothing wrong with my relationship with Emily . It was fine two months ago. It’s impossible for her to fall in love with someone else in just one month, right? But in the past month or so, she seems to have completely lost interest in me. It’s as if... it’s as if... I don’t know how to put it, it’s as if she has fallen in love with someone else.”

I asked him, “ George , please answer a few questions for me truthfully.”

“Please ask.”

“Did you have sexual intercourse with Miss Emily in the past two months ?”

“this……”

“Please answer truthfully.”

“Yes, of course.”

“frequency.”

“This... well, it happens every day when we’re together.”

“How many times a week on average?”

“A week? ... Three to five times. If she’s not working that week then that’s seven times, every day.”

“How many times do you orgasm each time you do it?”

“Listen to me, Miss Abigail , I am definitely not impotent. I can... satisfy Emily .”

“Please answer me truthfully, how many times do you orgasm every time you do it?”

“When it’s less, it’s once or twice. When it’s more...”

“How many?”

“Eleven times.”

“Together?”

“Together.”

“It was still like this two months ago?”

“That’s about right.”

In fact, Bethany had already told me about Emily and George ‘s situation in advance. There was something wrong with the whole thing, otherwise I would not have agreed to meet George . But I had to ask George in person to find out if he was lying.

I said to him, “ George , I can take on the investigation of Miss Emily , but there is a condition.”

“Please tell me, money is not an issue.”

“My condition is that if I find out that Miss Emily is in a free relationship with someone else, I will immediately withdraw from the investigation.”

“I understand. I agree.”

“If there is a crime involved, I will give you the information I have investigated.”

“What do you mean by crime...?”

“Like sexual coercion.”

　　George bit his thumb and trembled as he said, “This is what I fear the most. I would rather she doesn’t love me than for her to get hurt.”

　　Bethany placed her hands on his shoulders and said softly, “I understand you. It’s going to be okay.”

That night I began investigating Emily’s abnormal behavior. I rented a luxury suite on the 70th floor of the International Hotel, opened my suitcase, took out a telescope, and pointed it at the large flat-floor apartment building opposite. I found the apartment where Emily lived, adjusted the focus, and installed a camera behind the telescope.

The camera’s signal is transmitted to a laptop computer, which records and plays it back in real time.

　　Emily hadn’t come home yet, so I fell on the big, wide bed and lay down to rest.

I wore a white suit today, and suit trousers underneath. Under the trousers, I wore black silk tights, which is commonly known as silk lining pants.

I dress this way for my son Brian , and maybe for myself too.

I discovered a year ago that he was obsessed with my underwear.

At first I thought it was just a coincidence and didn’t believe it. If it was an ordinary mother, I might have ignored it. But after all, I am an investigative reporter who has solved many major sexual crimes, and I almost instinctively thought it was a fetish.

One day I couldn’t help it and installed pinhole cameras in the bathroom and laundry room. I put the stockings and underwear I had worn for a day into the laundry basket and waited to see the results.

I saw my son walk in, lock the door, open the laundry basket, take out my stockings, put his feet on his mouth and nose and breathe hard. I watched him take out my panties, turn them inside out to look at the crotch, and then press the cloth covering my most private parts against his nostrils and smell it.

I was watching the live broadcast at the time and was shocked by his obsession, but my body reacted involuntarily and my underwear was soaked.

I don’t blame my son, but I feel ridiculous for myself.

How long has it been since I last had sex ?

How long has it been... since you were touched by a man?

Seven years? Eight years?

No, this is not the time to think about that.

I sat up and stared at the screen. Five minutes later, Emily returned to her home.

She is as beautiful as in the movies, 27 years old, 174 cm tall, a mature woman with fair skin and gentle temperament. Women like her are usually classified as gentle and mature.

What a coincidence, her outfit today is almost the same as mine, a white suit on the upper body, a silk suspenders inside, and slim-fitting white suit pants on the lower body. Her ankles and feet wrapped in black stockings stick out from under the trouser legs, and they are worn in a pair of pointed stiletto high heels.

Her hairstyle is the same as mine, long, slightly curly brown hair, which makes her look charming and sexy.

As a model, she works out regularly, with a high buttocks and firm breasts, probably a C or D cup. Her body proportions are outstanding, and her legs are particularly slender.

A woman like her must be loved by many people, and it is not impossible for her to fall in love with someone else.

She stood in front of the French window, first pacing back and forth anxiously, then looking out. I raised the telescope’s magnification and could see her oval face and bright red lips.

She was looking for someone, that was for sure, but that person was definitely not George .

Then she turned around and a man opened the door of her house by himself.

The man walked towards her and stood with her in front of the French window, they were talking about something. I pointed the camera at the man’s face and raised the magnification to see him clearly, but he turned around and walked into the dark of the apartment.

There was a bed there, the man called Emily , she walked over, and the two of them stood almost touching each other.

At this time, I saw their height difference clearly. Emily was 174cm tall, and with 10cm high heels, her height should be 184cm. The man was a head shorter than her, so he should be around 165cm tall.

He didn’t look fat, but he seemed very strong. He held something in front of Emily and seemed to say something, while Emily stood straight in front of him, as quiet as a lifeless doll.

Then the man began to circle Emily , looking at her body from every angle, his hands caressing her body randomly, but Emily still stood straight and did not react.

The only thing I can be sure of now is that these two people had a physical relationship.

As for why Emily didn’t move, I thought this might be a sex game?

The man’s hands were on Emily ‘s buttocks, he knelt down behind the beauty, slid his hands up and down her legs, and then pressed his face against her buttocks. Then he put his hands inside Emily’s legs and slid up to her crotch to rub it.

　　Emily was swaying, but still standing.

The man pointed to the bed and she lay down on it. He took off her high heels and put her silk feet on his face.

I suddenly thought of my son Brian , who had also pressed my stockings against his mouth and nose, then took a deep breath and smelled my scent. Did he also want to hold his mother’s silk feet and smell and suck them like that man?

This thought made me a little dazed, as if the beautiful woman whose feet were being smelled by the man on the screen was not Emily , but me, Abigail .

The man climbed up and kissed her. She did not resist at all. Instead, she hugged him and accepted him.

Her long legs were hooked around the man, her arms were around the man, her body was entangled with him, and their mouths were still tightly connected. No matter how you look at it, it was voluntary, and the love was deep and passionate.

My body also reacted, and I felt my body heat up, especially my crotch. I could feel my nipples and clitoris erecting, my vagina contracting, and a vague feeling of emptiness.

Continuing to watch, the man unbuttoned Emily ‘s suit, kissed her neck and collarbone, then he took off Emily ‘s pants, revealing her lower body wrapped in black stockings.

He admired her sexy lower body, stroked her silk legs and crotch, leaned over to kiss, suck, rub and knead, playing from her thighs to her calves and then to her feet, then back to her crotch, burying his face deeply in it, finally he turned Emily over, looked at her firm black silk buttocks again and again, rubbed them with his hands, kissed them with his mouth, and pressed his face into her buttocks, as if he had stuffed his nose into it.

　　Emily was moved, and so was I.

I began to imagine that it was me in that bed and my hands unconsciously went down to rest on my inner thighs.

The two people on the screen became more and more passionate. The man took off his clothes and was completely naked. He was indeed strong and powerful, with full muscles all over his body.

　　Emily’s top was taken off and her bra was unhooked. The man rubbed and bit her breasts, lifted her arms, sniffed, kissed and licked her armpits.

His penis was very long and he slid it all over Emily ‘s body. Then he grabbed her pair of stockings and clamped his penis around her legs and jerked them.

My hand had already been placed on my crotch, which was terribly hot there. My body was sweating and my hand was moving slowly.

The beauty on the screen seemed to be burning with desire. Her slender body twisted wildly. She was screaming and begging for mercy, her hands instinctively rubbing and caressing her neck and breasts.

The man took off her pantyhose and panties, put the panties on his face and sucked on them a few times, then he pounced on her and gave the beauty a blowjob.

　　Emily’s upper body arched, her swollen breasts stood high. Her long legs clamped the man’s head, her calves hooked around his back, and her feet rubbed against him. The man held her hips and hugged them, licking up and down in her crotch, front and back, as if he would not miss every inch.

I was envious of her, my vagina was so empty and uncomfortable, and absurd sexual fantasies were pouring out of my mind, and I couldn’t stop them. My hands couldn’t stop either.

Then the man finally inserted.

They changed three positions. The first one was the missionary position. After two minutes, the man held Emily and let her sit up. The two of them sat and hugged each other, sometimes thrusting up and down, sometimes stopping to kiss. Then the man lay down and let the beauty ride on him.

　　Emily was already so excited that she lost herself in excitement. She was shaking her hips and leaning back in comfort. She was sitting up and down on herself, her long hair flying in the air. She was also kneading her breasts from time to time, and moaning to the sky.

This continued for another two minutes, and she finally fell down, shaking violently, and threw herself on top of the man.

He held her waist and moved down to her hips, first caressing them, then grabbing and kneading them, then sliding his fingers into her buttocks, sliding over her sensitive area.

　　Emily didn’t resist at all, and seemed to just wantonly feel the ecstasy. She lay on his body and lingered with him, her breathing still going strong, the man hugged her and sat up powerfully.

The man was already incredibly long, and I imagined how tightly their lower bodies would be pressed together without the condom blocking them.

They looked into each other’s eyes, and the man’s hand caressed her beautiful face. They looked like a close couple.

The man began to stir again, and Emily leaned back in comfort, moving to match him. They kissed passionately, their lips pressed tightly together and sucking each other, Emily screamed in ecstasy, and then reached orgasm again.

But the night didn’t end there. They kept having sex, resting, cuddling, and then continuing to have sex. They were lying on their stomachs, sitting, standing; from behind, from the front, from the side; on the bed, on the floor, on the sofa, on the dining table, lying on the French window. Over and over again, round after round, they kept doing it, kept releasing, kept cumming inside, and they forgot themselves in their climaxes.

It was four in the morning when they finished. The two men had crazy sex for five hours and 45 minutes.

I don’t know how many times Emily came, but judging by the number of times the man took breaks, he ejaculated inside Emily at least six times.

With this video, my mission was accomplished. Emily was already sleeping in the arms of that man.

That evening, Bethany , George, and I watched the video together in my office.

What I didn’t expect was that George covered his face and cried after watching the video.

He is a handsome man with a height of 183 cm. He has broad shoulders and an upright posture due to fitness. As the third young master of Langang Bank, he is one of the richest second-generations among rich second-generations. It is not difficult for him to find a female star as his girlfriend.

I didn’t expect how deeply he loved Emily .

　　Bethany handed him a glass of water and comforted him softly. When he gradually recovered, he said, “ Miss Abigail , you didn’t have to show it to me. As you said, there is no crime here. But I am very grateful to you. Now I can give up.”

　　Bethany’s eyes flashed with alarm, and she asked me: “ Miss Abigail , are you showing us the video because you still think there is something wrong with it?”

“Yes.”

　　George was puzzled, so I explained, “Based on this video, Emily did have sex with a man voluntarily.”

　　George had a look of extreme pain on his face.

I continued, “But based on the cases I’ve encountered before, I think there’s still a possibility of a sex crime.”

　　Bethany said: “At least it doesn’t look like coercion, because... it looks like...”

“It looks like Emily is taking the initiative, isn’t it?”

“Yeah, like...she’s on it.”

We all saw her riding on the man, shaking her body, and actively getting sexual pleasure from the man.

But what I want to say is: “There are two possibilities. First, medicine.”

　　George looked up. Bethany asked, “You mean, psychiatric drugs, or drugs?”

I nodded. “But it’s unlikely, because I can’t see from the video that she is obviously unconscious.”

“What about the second possibility?”

“Hypnosis.”

　　Bethany shook her head. “ Ms. Abigail , have you ever seen anyone use hypnosis to commit a crime in the past?”

“Not yet, but...” I stood up and paced back and forth in the office, thinking about how to explain it to them. Finally, I decided to start from the beginning. I said, “Twenty years ago, when I was sixteen, the Langang Daily reported a hypnotic demon incident. Have you heard about it?”

Both said no. Bethany and George were only nine years old at the time.

I recalled and said, “At that time, a reporter named Oscar published a report. He said that a succubus who used hypnosis to sexually assault women appeared in Langang City. He called this succubus “the hypnotist.” According to him, this hypnotist had raped dozens of women with hypnosis, including supermodels, female stars, and female CEOs. This report caused a small disturbance at the time. The police immediately went out and investigated the relevant victims, but all the victims denied that they had been sexually assaulted.”

　　Bethany said: “If hypnosis is as magical as it is shown in the movies, then the hypnotist can erase the victim’s memory and make them not remember being sexually assaulted.”

　　George said, “But if that’s the case, how did the reporter know all this?”

“Because there is an informant.” I said, “Reporter Oscar claims that he has a female informant who not only told Oscar about the hypnotist’s crimes, but also has evidence that can convict the hypnotist! Oscar said that he will show the evidence to the public in a live TV news broadcast three days later, and his informant will also come forward to identify the criminal on the spot.”

“What happened next?” Bethany asked.

“Then Oscar committed suicide.”

“What?!”

“Not only did he commit suicide, he also left a suicide note saying that he had fabricated the hypnotist incident and was just maliciously hyping it up for fame. And of course his informant never showed up.”

　　Bethany thought about it for a while before responding to me. She said, “ Ms. Abigail , what you said can be interpreted as a hypnotist using hypnosis to make Oscar commit suicide, or it can be simply seen as a hype that couldn’t be resolved in the end, and Oscar committed suicide out of shame.”

“Yes, and the vast majority of people believe the latter.”

　　George asked, “What do you think?”

“ Oscar can’t lie.”

“Why?!”

“Because I know him.” I hesitated for a few seconds, but still told them: “In fact, the reason why I became an investigative reporter was because of Oscar ‘s influence. He is the father of my high school classmate. He is a good man and his career is at its peak. He will soon be promoted to editor-in-chief. He has no reason to make so-called hype.”

At this point, Bethany and George ‘s expressions turned into surprise. This matter was indeed unbelievable, and if everything was as I thought, then...

　　Bethany asked: “If such a hypnotist really exists, then wouldn’t he still exist in Lan Harbor City? He might even still be committing crimes.”

　　George stood up excitedly and said, “Then Emily , Emily !”

“ George , please calm down.” I held his arm and said as softly as I could, “This is all just speculation. Please don’t hold your hopes too high. Miss Emily may just be in love with someone else, because things between men and women are inherently illogical.”

He sat back on the sofa and nodded deeply.

It was 11pm when I got home. Driving through the city at night, I felt a little lonely for some reason.

I parked the car and entered the elevator. My face was reflected in the mirrored elevator door. My makeup was still delicate, and my long, slightly curly hair outlined my beautiful face. My figure was still tall and slim, my waist was still slender, and my hips were rounder than before. However, such a woman who was called stunning by others had not been “ caressed “ by a man for a long time.

There’s no one waiting for me at home.

I walked out of the elevator, pressed the fingerprint lock, and the moment I opened the door, I heard my son’s voice. He called me: “Mom, are you working overtime?”

“ Brian ? Why aren’t you in school?”

“I came back because of something.” He smiled at me, and his smile was particularly sunny and handsome.

When I walked into the house, I saw a table full of exquisite dishes and a birthday cake that he had prepared. I thought, today is not my birthday, but then I suddenly realized, no! Today is my son’s birthday!

“ Brian , I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay, Mom. I know you’re very busy at work.” Brian came closer to me and said, “I’m not celebrating my birthday today. I just want to tell you that today is my coming-of-age ceremony. I can take care of you and help you with a lot of things in the future. I want to thank you.”

I looked at him. He was now 1.85 meters tall. Although still very thin, he had gradually developed the outline of a man. His face was so handsome, just like his grandfather. He must have been the dream prince of girls in school.

“ Brian ,” I said, “Thank you, too.” I walked over, hugged him, and kissed his cheek gently. He hugged me too. It turned out that his body was very strong, with bulging muscles. He was a little excited, and his body trembled slightly. He mustered up the courage to kiss my face. I felt my cheeks getting hot, maybe red, and his body suddenly became hot, too. His heart was beating fast, and because we were close, I could feel it.

I slowly pushed him away, but I couldn’t move him. I used a little more force and his arms loosened.

I looked at his face and saw that he was blushing all the way to his ears. I smiled at him, but he was a little embarrassed. He moved away from me and leaned over to kiss me on the mouth. I turned my head away, so he only kissed the corner of my mouth.

“Don’t be ridiculous, baby,” I said.

He responded with a “hmm” and stepped back with his hands behind his back.

I said, “Shall we cut the cake?”

“OK.”

Finally, we completed Brian ‘s birthday ceremony before 12 o’clock .

When everything was packed, it was already one in the morning, I returned to the bedroom, closed the door, and prepared to take a shower and rest. But at this moment, I found that a few things were missing from the bedroom, which were the suit trousers, underwear and black stockings that I had hurriedly changed out of in the morning and had not had time to wash.

I came back in the morning after taking the video of Emily . I put the wet clothes on the sofa in the bedroom, and the high heels were placed next to the sofa, but they have now been put in the shoe cabinet.

I could vaguely guess something, and took out my high heels from the shoe cabinet. They were a pair of 7cm high black pointed patent leather shoes with red soles, which men usually think are the sexiest. I touched the soles of the shoes, and they were dry. I put my nose in and sniffed gently, and smelled the faint fragrance of my feet, mixed with the gardenia scent of the tissues, and in addition, there was a strong smell that could not be concealed.

--That’s the smell of boy’s semen.

It penetrated deeply into my nasal cavity, making me feel anxious inside.

I turned on the computer and called up the video footage captured by the indoor camera.

I installed cameras in every nook and cranny of my home, except for my son’s room. After all, I had investigated violent groups like the Snake Tribe, so I had to be on guard against potential risks.

I was looking for the video I had expected, vaguely expecting something.

Since Brian entered college, he rarely came back except during winter and summer vacations. Now that he is back today, will he seize the opportunity...

Sure enough! In the video, he gently opened my bedroom door and then closed it again. Even though there was no one there, he was so cautious.

In the video, my changed clothes were still on the sofa, and he saw them at a glance. The underwear was satin, very light purple, and the stockings were black pantyhose. Yesterday, I wore the stockings as lining under my suit pants. I wore the bra for three days, the underwear for one day, and the stockings for two days. They must be full of my smell.

And last night, I watched Emily having sex with a man, and I was so horny and lustful, but I watched it for a full 5 hours and 45 minutes.

I watched them having sex and my hands couldn’t help but rub my private parts through my pants. My crotch was soaked and the scent of sex wafted out, even I could smell it.

At this moment, the 18-year-old boy on the screen picked up the stockings, put his feet on his mouth and nose and sniffed hard. The outline of his crotch quickly grew larger and stood up like a tall tent.

His face flushed, and he kissed the area of ​​my feet in stockings with his mouth, then moved up along my calves, touching, smelling, and kissing them. I don’t know if he was fantasizing about playing with my legs in stockings.

He picked up my suit pants again, found the crotch area, kissed it, and touched it with his hands, as if he was touching my private parts through my pants.

Then he put his face inside my pants. I shuddered, thinking Brian was smelling my mom’s pants. I thought about the five hours of sexual excitement and masturbation in the hotel suite, and I wondered what kind of lewd smell I had left in my pants.

　　Did Brian also notice something was wrong? His whole body was shaking, his legs were shaking so much that he couldn’t stand steadily, and the outline of his crotch was jumping up and down.

He sat on the sofa, picked up the underwear, turned the underwear inside out, and looked closely at my crotch. What did he see? What did he understand? Could he guess what my mother did when she was wearing underwear?

My face was flushed, my cheeks were hot, my whole body was hot, and my vaginal fluid was secreting like crazy. I could already feel it was wet at the bottom.

I couldn’t take my eyes off the screen, watching my son excitedly kissing my panties, breathing hard, licking, then unbuttoning my pants with trembling hands and taking out his long penis.

It turns out that Brian has grown this big, and seems to be even bigger than when he first entered college.

I looked closely and found that Brian ‘s penis was not very dark, but thick and very long, with a large glans that was even thicker than the shaft. It was tilted upwards, full of youthful strength, without a trace of fatigue.

　　Brian wrapped my panties around his penis and adjusted them so that the crotch that covered my labia was facing his glans, fitting snugly against it.

I couldn’t bear it any longer. I had a terrible urge in my heart. I looked at his glans sticking to the crotch of my underwear. My son was touching my honeypot indirectly in this way. But what he didn’t know was that my mother was also touching him indirectly in her heart. With shaking hands, I unzipped my suit skirt and pulled it down to my calves. I didn’t have time to do anything else. My hands were already pressing on my vagina wrapped in pantyhose and began to rub myself.

The manual was fast, but it still seemed not enough.

　　Brian was kissing my stockings and masturbating with his panties, while his mother was rubbing her clitoris hard off screen.

I screamed “Ah~!” and quickly covered my mouth, covering it tightly, with only a slight “Woo... Woo...” sound leaking out.

　　My son picked up my high-heeled shoes that I had placed on the ground, put his nose in to smell them, and then kissed them in ecstasy. Suddenly he remembered something and inserted his penis into the high-heeled shoes.

　　My son was pumping my high heels like he was having sex. My mind went blank and I didn’t even know my own name. I just felt something huge coming out from deep inside my body, gathering in my lower body, and then it exploded.

The boy on the screen ejaculated , his body trembling wildly, his hips rising and falling. I also ejaculated, my orgasmic fluid gushed out, instantly soaking the crotch of my underwear and pantyhose, spreading a large dark color.

The intense orgasm made my body spasm violently. I didn’t know what kind of horrible expression I made. I could only cover my mouth tightly and watch the screen as the boy’s semen spurted into his shoes.

My shoes were completely soaked with his sperm, and I was soaked in my own wetness, and the office chair was soaked with my own juices.

My heartbeat was so fast during the climax that I felt exhausted. I stood up and picked up the shoe again. I watched my son on the screen wipe the inside of the shoe clean with a tissue, but forgot to cover up the smell with perfume...

After taking a shower, I changed into my nightgown and lay down on the bed, my mind still full of my son.

What kind of feelings does he have for me? The more I thought about it, the more confused I became. My heart was filled with both sweetness and bitterness. Then I fell into a deep sleep.

I woke up in the middle of the night, feeling an indescribable emptiness in my lower body. Between sleep and wakefulness, morality and ethics were thrown out of the window. I suddenly wanted Brian to hold me, kiss me, caress me, and enter me. When I regained my rationality, I felt that all this was irrational, absurd, and obscene, and would never have any result.

I was wet down there, my eyes were wet, and then I fell asleep again.

The next morning, I put on the pair of high heels that Brian had cummed in.

Chapter 2

I only do two sets of each exercise. This is not a deep workout, it’s just to get myself into the state.

I completed my squats and leg presses, stretched my muscles with yoga, and examined myself in the gym’s mirrored wall.

My buttocks couldn’t be more perfect, they are big and round, but also very straight. The back groove and waist dimples are deep, dotted with crystal sweat beads. I am 175 cm tall, with long legs, slender calves and full thighs, which is not inferior to Miss Universe and supermodels.

My waist is very thin, and with my wide hips, I have a perfect waist-to-hip ratio. I look at myself from the front, back, and side, and I feel that no matter from which angle, I feel that I have curves and curves. Sometimes I am a little perfectionist, and this character is unconsciously reflected in my figure.

It’s almost time. In forty minutes, Brian will pick me up to attend Raymond ‘s charity gala.

I took a shower in the gym, blow-dried my hair, put on makeup, and put on black sexy lingerie, then black silk stockings. The stockings were dark black, semi-transparent and semi-reflective, and then I changed into the dark red cheongsam that I had prepared. Finally, I put my silk feet into the pair of black pointed patent leather high heels that my son had ejaculated into yesterday.

I grabbed my clutch, walked over to the mirror, and examined myself with the most critical eye possible.

The skirt of the cheongsam was very short, showing my legs wrapped in black silk stockings as much as possible. The satin of the cheongsam was very tight, constricting my waist and making my round breasts stick up high. My makeup was sexy, which contrasted with the dark red cheongsam, dark long hair, and snow-white skin, showing a hint of seductiveness.

No matter how you look at it, it’s perfect. And this feeling of perfection brings a sense of self-pleasing, which makes me feel comfortable.

I spun around in front of the mirror, admiring my erect figure from every angle, then picked up my clutch and headed across the gym toward the door.

In that testosterone-filled space, all the men turned to look at me, and a female coach greeted me: “ Abigail , are you coming to the dinner again?”

“A charity reception.”

“I’m so envious!”

A few boys gathered together and said to me:

“Who is that beautiful lady? A supermodel?”

“Oh fuck! Goddess.”

“What’s going on? Why is she so beautiful?”

“The legs are so beautiful, I can’t handle it.”

“She also wore black stockings, a cheongsam and high heels. That’s a crime.”

“Your butt is so lifted?”

“Big breasts.”

“She has such a beautiful face!”

“Don’t you guys come here usually? Don’t you know that sister?”

“Who is she?”

“ Abigail !”

“Is she really a supermodel?”

“She’s a career person. She’s the editor-in-chief of a major media outlet. A supermodel? Even supermodels are not as good as her.”

“Does she have a Weibo account?”

“Yes, search for it yourself.”

“Found it, the editor-in-chief of Huanya Media, with millions of fans. No way? She has a son? I thought she was in her twenties.”

“So how old is she?”

“Let me see, 36 years old.”

“Oh fuck! I’m excited! I love these thirty- somethings the most .”

“Hahaha……”

“Wait a minute, look, his son is amazing.”

“Who is her son?”

“Let me see. Her son is a psychology genius. He is only eighteen years old and is already studying for a master’s degree in psychology at Lanang University.”

“No way, shouldn’t I be a freshman at 18? I was 20 before I started college.”

“You are mentally retarded.”

“What did you say?!”

…

I took the elevator down, walked from the first floor of the mall to the street square, and waited for Brian to pick me up.

As I waited, I remembered what I said to him in the morning.

After I got up, I left the stockings I wore yesterday on the sofa. I knew Brian would help me wash them, but he would inevitably play with them before washing.

I was a little curious and wanted to know what he smelled, so I put the stockings-covered feet in front of my nose and sniffed them.

The socks smell of roses and violets, along with the faint fragrance of my feet, no wonder Brian is addicted. But the most important reason is because this is my smell, right?

　　Brian got up early today and prepared breakfast for me. We ate and talked. I asked him: “How does hypnosis work? Why can hypnotists change other people’s minds?”

The reason she asked him was that Brian had recently published a paper on hypnosis in a core journal, and her mentor Hannah had also achieved great results in hypnosis.

　　Brian said, “Mom, the questions you asked just represent most people’s misunderstanding of hypnosis.”

“oh?”

“You must have been influenced by movies.” He smiled and said, “In movies, don’t hypnotists like to implant a clear and understandable piece of information into the hypnotized person? For example, memory, image, or sound. This is a big mistake. Hypnosis is science, not magic. It is impossible to implant information into the frontal lobe. Well, maybe the brain-computer interface in the future can do it.”

“I’m a little confused.” I said, “If this is not the case, then how does hypnosis work?”

“It relies on structural defects in the brain.”

I savored his words: “Structural defect in the brain?”

“Well, hypnosis is not just a psychological thing, it’s more of a physiological thing. Mom, do you know where our consciousness exists?”

“Prefrontal cortex? Frontal lobe?”

“Yes!”

“But what about the subconscious and emotions?”

“Hippocampus? Amygdala?”

“That’s right. The prefrontal cortex is in the front of our brain, behind the forehead, while the hippocampus and amygdala are in the middle of the brain, in the middle of the head. Consciousness and subconsciousness are not the same thing. They are just connected by nerves.”

I thought about what he said and said, “So when we fall asleep, the prefrontal cortex is shut down and consciousness disappears, while the hippocampus and amygdala are still functioning, so we are dreaming but cannot have real consciousness.”

“Mom, you are so smart. Can you figure out the principle of hypnosis now?”

“Hypnosis... hypnosis wouldn’t be... bypassing the frontal lobe and communicating directly with the organ that controls the subconscious mind, right?”

“You see, you understand it immediately, don’t you?”

“So... it is impossible to implant memories into a hypnotized person or to erase their memories?”

“That’s not entirely true.” Brian ‘s face was full of confidence. “It’s just that the method of implantation is not like in the movies, where you say something to implant the content directly into the consciousness. Instead, it bypasses the consciousness and implants it into the subconscious by attacking the hippocampus and amygdala, so that the hypnotized person can imagine that memory and then replace the original real memory.”

I asked, “What is the specific form of implantation?”

“Anything is possible. It could be a piece of seemingly meaningless low-frequency noise, an abstract painting, a combination of colors, a song, a changing pattern in a crystal ball, or of course, like in the movie, a dangling pocket watch.”

I said, “But no matter what form it takes, they are all meant to bypass the barrier of consciousness and communicate directly with the subconscious, right?”

“Yes, I said you are too smart. You are worthy of being called the goddess of high IQ!”

I started thinking about what I could do to get around the shield of consciousness, but I couldn’t help laughing. After all, psychology and hypnosis are sciences that have been honed over hundreds of years. How could I figure it out in just a few thoughts?

I asked Brian , “If I want to consult an expert on hypnosis, who should I go to?”

“Would you like to do a report on this? You can interview my mentor Hannah .”

“No, I don’t do reporting. I just have a special topic that requires a truly professional consultant.”

“If we were to ask who is the most authoritative person in the country on hypnosis, it would of course be Raymond , a clinical psychologist at Eastern University .”

“I seem to have heard of this person, but I don’t have a deep impression of him.”

“What a coincidence! He’s holding a charity dinner at his own winery tonight. Professor Hannah received the invitation and she asked me to go on her behalf.”

“Can I come with you?”

“Of course, you will be very popular!”

I was standing on the side of the road and saw a brown coupe speeding towards me from a distance. That car was mine and the driver was my son Brian .

“ Mom , get in the car!”

We got on the highway and headed towards the sea. We could see the sea from the highway and Raymond ‘s winery in the distance.

Raymond was a rich second-generation. His parents died in an accident when he was thirty years old. He inherited the family business but continued to engage in research in psychology.

He is 52 years old and 192 cm tall. Judging from the photo, he has an ordinary appearance, even ugly, but a strong body. He is a fitness man and has won awards in bodybuilding. He likes to wear a pair of glasses without prescription as decoration.

　　Raymond ‘s mansion was built in the vineyard, and it was already dark when we arrived.

The scale of the dinner exceeded my expectations. The luxury cars of dignitaries were parked in a long row on the road. Most of the men were in suits, and the women were dressed differently. There were some wearing evening gowns and long skirts, some professional women in business suits, and there were also many beautiful women like me wearing small dresses or cheongsams.

I saw the champion of the previous Miss World, several famous models, internet celebrities, and some young male actors. Walking next to them were several famous entrepreneurs, directors, and a founding designer of a luxury brand.

I walked onto the red carpet with Brian ‘s arm around me. In the distance, reporters were constantly taking pictures, and internet celebrities were live-streaming. I suddenly realized that almost all the cameras were pointing at me, so I waved to them and quickly walked into the mansion with Brian .

No photography is allowed here.

　　Raymond ‘s mansion is extremely luxurious and magnificent, reminding me of the mansion in “The Great Gatsby”.

We walked through the lobby and passed through a huge glass door into the fountain garden behind the mansion. Celebrities of all kinds gathered here, chatting and chatting under the dim and ambiguous lights.

“ Brian ?” A white girl came towards us. She had blonde hair and blue eyes, and was wearing a pink dress. She was very beautiful and dazzling. She said to Brian excitedly , “You are here too! Of course you are here. You and Professor Raymond are both studying psychology.”

The girl looked at me with a surprised expression and said, “Excuse me, are you Miss Abigail ?”

“Do you know me?”

“I’ve been following you! I especially like your outfits! I also like your articles!”

She looked at me, then at Brian , and said, “You, you are...?”

　　Brian said, “I am her son.”

“Really?!! Miss Abigail has a son? Or you?!”

“Didn’t I tell you?” Brian introduced the girl to me again: “This is Jasmine , a Czech student, and I’m her...study partner.”

“Study partner?” I was also a little surprised. I studied sex crimes and knew that study partners were a widespread topic on pornographic websites, usually black international students and Asian campus beauties. But I didn’t expect that my son’s study partner was a Czech beauty.

　　Brian explained: “ Jasmine didn’t give me a lot of trouble.”

　　Jasmine said to me, “ Miss Abigail , can I borrow Brian for a while?”

I looked at my son and said to Jasmine , “Go ahead.”

　　Brian asked, “Where are you taking me?”

“I want you to meet my sister.”

“Your sister?”

I said, “If I’m not mistaken, Jasmine ‘s sister is Miss World Lillian , right?”

“You guessed it right!”

　　Jasmine was about to pull Brian away. Brian looked at me and I said to him, “Have fun.”

After the girl took Brian away , I planned to go look for my target Raymond .

I first found a few friends in the literary and art circles. Among them was a producer who regarded me as his muse. He was well-informed and told me everything, so I asked him about Raymond .

“ Raymond really knows how to hypnotize!” He said, “I had headaches all the time before, and I thought it was a nerve problem. As a result, he hypnotized me, and I slept for about ten or twenty minutes, and then my head never hurt again. He told me that I was under too much pressure.”

“Where is he now?”

“ Abigail is stressed too?”

I smiled and said, “I’m planning on doing a video show on hypnosis.”

“That would be a big hit, but you can’t ask Raymond .”

“Why?”

“He is too low-key and never accepts media interviews. If I hadn’t attended his charity dinner before, I would never have imagined that there is such a person in the world.”

“Thanks for your advice, but I still hope to hear him reject me himself.”

A co-founder of an Internet company who came over said, “ If Abigail goes to him in person, maybe Raymond will agree!”

A newly debuted actress came to talk to the producer and heard our conversation. She said, “I heard that it’s hard to see him at the party. He always comes out at the end.”

“Why?” asked the pretty girl with her.

The producer joked, “Because there are too many people with headaches in the world! He’s afraid he won’t be able to see all the doctors!”

The Internet CEO said: “I think there are too many people suffering from insomnia, and they all need hypnosis.”

The two girls laughed. The actress introduced her female companion to the producer. The girl tried hard to hint that she would sleep with the producer as long as she could get a role in the TV series. The actress herself wanted to meet the Internet CEO. But both men wanted to talk to me more. But I wanted to meet Raymond right away .

After chatting with them for a few minutes, there was a commotion in the crowd and I noticed that many people around me were looking behind me. I turned around and saw Raymond .

His sturdy figure of 1.92 meters tall is really eye-catching, with broad shoulders and a solid chest. Even though he is wearing a white suit, it is easy to imagine how well-developed his muscles are.

I know why he always wears a pair of glasses without prescription, because his face is a bit fierce, no, very fierce, like a beast. It was not until he took out the pair of gold-rimmed glasses from his suit and put them on that the fierce feeling gradually gave way to a scholarly temperament.

Walking next to him was a beautiful woman in her early 20s. I had an impression of her. I had seen her at Milan Fashion Week. She was the first model for a fashion brand. Today she was wearing a short golden tassel skirt, revealing a pair of supermodel long legs.

I thought, how can I get around all the people who want to see him, and the supermodels who are holding his arm, and have a long, uninterrupted conversation with him? But I saw him looking around, looking for something, repeatedly apologizing to people who tried to chat with him, and then finally found me.

He looked at me from afar, identified me carefully, then whispered intimately to the supermodel next to him. The supermodel let go of him, and he walked straight towards me.

I was a little surprised when he walked up to me. I looked at him with interest and said, “ Raymond ?”

“ Miss Abigail ?”

He really came to see me.

Only when you get close can you feel how big he is. Compared with me, he is like a huge elephant, and his arms are probably thicker than my thighs.

I asked him, “ Professor Raymond , have we met before?”

“I’ve seen you, but you won’t remember it.”

“Your words make me curious.”

“You gave a speech at Eastern University. I was listening in the audience and applauded you.”

He stretched out his hand and I shook it gently. His hand was warm and big, and there was a great sense of power, as if he could crush my hand with just a little force.

I wanted to take my hand back, but he continued to hold it and said, “It is my honor to have you visit my humble home.”

I looked around and said, “If this is my humble abode, then everything outside is just a huge slum.”

He let go of my hand and said, “This is just a slum compared to what you’re about to see.”

“Oh? What will I see?”

“Please follow me.” He gestured to the waiters, and they began to lead the guests deeper into the garden, with Raymond leading me in front.

We walked through a tree-lined avenue and gradually could smell the salty sea breeze. Then we went down a flight of stairs and entered a platform.

The place was already filled with small round wine tables, cold dishes and drinks were also prepared, and more than a dozen waiters were standing upright waiting to serve the guests.

There is a huge screen at the other end of the platform, and I don’t know what is being played.

When most of the guests had arrived, Raymond whispered a few words to one of his supervisors, and the supervisor left. Not long after, a flowing artistic light curtain lit up on the screen.

I didn’t understand what it meant, and watched the blue light curtain dissipate and turn into blue stars.

I wondered if Raymond was trying to use the blue light to hypnotize us. But I was very clear-headed now, and I didn’t feel hypnotized at all. After all, a hypnotized person wouldn’t know he was hypnotized, right? So I could only say that I didn’t feel sleepy.

I was about to ask him, but he took the initiative to say to me: “ Miss Abigail , please look.”

I saw the curtain parting to the sides, and behind it was the sea. But the sea today was different from usual, and it was covered with blue light beads, which spread all over the sea surface and extended outward for an unknown number of miles. It seemed that there was a huge city with flashing blue lights under the gentle sea.

“This is...” I was thinking, if this is not hypnosis, then it is...”Is it the Hispanic Scimitar Firefly?” I said.

“ Miss Abigail , you are so smart to call it by its scientific name.” Raymond made a joking expression, “But we usually call it blue tears.”

“It’s a cute name, but it doesn’t change the fact that it’s just a bioluminescent plankton.”

“I didn’t expect you to be such a rational woman. Most women would scream at a time like this.”

Indeed, women’s screams were heard one after another, and guests were flocking to the edge of the platform, vying to see the wonders of nature.

I thought I had to seize the opportunity to be alone with Raymond and try to get him to provide me with hypnosis consultation. But he invited me to a secluded dark place, we sat at a small round table, and he poured me a glass of red wine.

I asked him, “ Professor Raymond , is there such a thing as hypnosis?”

“If you mean the kind of hypnosis that puts you to sleep quickly, then it’s true.”

“I’m talking about hypnosis that can change a person’s free will.”

　　Raymond shook his head: “That’s just a daydream created by an artist.”

Since he wanted to tease me, I challenged him and said, “So, you are just a charlatan with a name in name only?”

　　Raymond was undeterred. He said, “I am a clinical psychologist, not a stage magician.”

“Will you let me sleep here?”

“Now?”

“Now.”

“I can’t.”

“Why?”

“You are too rational and too smart. Have you ever taken an IQ test?”

“You’re asking such a personal question.” I smiled at him.

“Then I’ll guess you did. What was the result? 120? 125?”

“135.”

“Then you can’t hypnotize me. Your intelligence is too high, which means your consciousness is too active. It’s like a filter that filters all the information leading to your subconscious mind. When you use reason to understand them, they can’t act on your subconscious mind. Other women will be moved by the glowing sea. They will voluntarily put aside reason, sanctify the scene, and succumb to its magic. But to you, they are Hessian bent-throated sea fireflies, a kind of plankton.” Raymond looked at me with interest and said, “It will be much more difficult to hypnotize people with an intelligence higher than 125.”

“Isn’t the application of hypnosis too limited?”

“Not at all, because the average intelligence of humans is only 100, and only 2.2% of people have an intelligence above 130. There are ignorant beings everywhere. But for people like you, as long as you take precautions, it is difficult for you to be hypnotized.”

“What if I let my guard down?”

　　Raymond laughed, shook his head, took a sip of red wine, and said, “ Miss Abigail , you still want me to show you those legends, why?”

I wondered whether I should tell him the truth, or whether I should lie to this highly intelligent professor of clinical psychology and say that I just wanted to do a show.

He looked me in the eye and said, “Don’t tell me you just wanted to do a show about hypnosis. If that were the case, your friends in the arts would have introduced you to me a long time ago. Is it because of Brian ?”

“You know my son?”

“He is a genius. I read his papers and they are very bold. However, his hypotheses are still difficult to verify with contemporary brain science.”

“It was indeed Brian who recommended you to me.”

“He didn’t recommend Hannah ?”

“He recommended you.”

“If that’s the case... then you’re in big trouble.”

Now that we have come to this, I decided to be frank: “ Professor Raymond , do you know about the hypnotist incident 20 years ago?”

“You’re talking about the incident that led to the suicide of journalist Oscar .”

I was a little surprised to hear him say that, “Yes, you know a lot about this?”

　　Raymond shook his head. “I only knew about it through the news media. At that time…it hadn’t been long since my parents passed away. It was really scary.”

“You mean to say that you think that hypnotist really exists?”

“It’s just a possibility. If he really exists, then reporter Oscar might have been killed by him.”

“Hypnotize a person and make him commit suicide?”

“That’s what I mean.”

“Is this possible?”

　　Raymond ‘s expression was hesitant.

I said, “ Professor Raymond , from the beginning you wanted to hide the existence of hypnosis from me. What are you hiding? Usually when men are with me, they are eager to prove themselves, but you want me to believe that those “magic spells” do not exist and make me think that you have no real ability. What are you hiding?”

“ Miss Abigail , I don’t take offense.”

“I’m just asking normal questions.”

“Okay, I want to tell you that hypnosis is dangerous. It’s like a gun. It can kill people. But guns are not scary because any X-ray security can easily find a gun. But who can detect that a person has mastered hypnosis? Can you tell? Your son is hypnotizing a rich second-generation.”

“What?” I followed his gaze and saw Brian standing with two white beauties and a drunk 30-year-old man in front of him. The two white beauties were naturally Miss World Lillian and his sister Jasmine , and the 30-year-old man was touching them inappropriately.

　　Raymond said: “He is Samuel , the eldest son of Lanhai Capital , a spoiled rich second generation, and he is about to make a fool of himself.”

Brian touched his arm and whispered in his ear. After about ten seconds, the rich second-generation turned and walked away, then fell onto a wine table.

“He’s drunk.” Brian said to the two beauties beside him. The waiter hurriedly helped Samuel away.

　　Raymond came closer to me and whispered, “What if Brian had told him to jump into the ocean? What would have happened?”

　　Brian is too young and hot-headed. He shouldn’t have done such a thing in front of experts. If Raymond were an expert witness, Lanhai Capital could sue him for intentional injury.

“I’m sorry,” I said.

“It’s okay. Brian just helped me do what I was supposed to do.”

“ Professor Raymond , let’s get back to the point.”

“please.”

“I understand. You are afraid that hypnosis will fall into the hands of people with bad intentions. Then I might as well be frank with you. I suspect that someone in Lan Port City is using hypnosis to commit crimes.”

“What on earth did he do?”

“Sexual assault.”

“You can be sure.”

“Of course not, that’s why I need you as my advisor.”

“No, I won’t join. Because that’s the police’s business. I’m just a teacher.”

He refused so decisively and turned away after he finished speaking, as if he would not hesitate to order me to leave if I continued to ask questions.

I think I can only take a chance and use provocation.

“Looks like we’re done here.” I put down my wine glass, picked up my clutch, and said, “One last question before I go.”

“Excuse me.”

“ Professor Raymond , can you make me feel sexually aroused?”

“Can’t I?”

“To be honest, I have no sexual interest in you.”

“What do you want me to do?”

“Make me sexually aroused, right here, right now, and let me see if it is practical to use hypnosis to commit sexual crimes.”

“You are trying to embarrass yourself in public.”

I smiled at him provocatively: “I bet you can’t do it.”

This 1.92-meter-tall burly man looked straight at me. He was like a boulder, and I had offended his male dignity. This challenge made me a little excited.

He said, “Let’s take a gamble.”

“What’s the stakes?”

“If I lose, I will serve Miss Abigail at her service for free. If you lose...”

“What will happen?” I looked at him with a teasing look, to see what he wanted from me.

“Then please have lunch with me. I’ll decide the time.”

He mentioned lunch instead of dinner, which made me feel safe. I felt I had nothing to lose, so I agreed without hesitation.

I said, “Let’s get started. Do you want me to let my guard down? Or just try to stop thinking.”

“Neither.”

“what will you do?”

“I already did it,” he said.

I was curious what he meant by “already done”.

He saw my confusion and explained, “I don’t know if Miss Abigail noticed that I have been hitting the base of this wine glass since just now.”

“No. I just noticed.”

“Then I succeeded.”

“What are you banging the glass for?”

“In order to type out a subconscious code.”

“You mean, you have bypassed my conscious mind and let the information act on my subconscious mind?”

“You are very clever.”

“But my body didn’t respond.”

“Because I haven’t taken the final step yet.”

“What is that?”

“Order.”

I remembered what Brian had told me this morning. He said that a hypnotist cannot implant information directly into another person’s consciousness, but can stimulate the other person’s imagination and trick the brain into thinking that the information is real. If Raymond had established a channel into my subconscious by knocking on the cup, then...

　　Raymond leaned forward and whispered, “Your vagina feels empty.”

I didn’t expect him to suddenly say such a bold word, but then my eyes went out of focus and I didn’t know what I was looking at because my attention was completely shifted to my lower body.

My eyelids drooped slightly, my expression became stiff, and my body felt hot, and the source of the heat came from under my skirt.

The feeling was so fast and so clear that it shocked me. I looked up at him. He said, “Do you feel it? Your face is burning, your heart is beating faster, and you are swallowing. Why?”

My eyes flickered, and my lips parted to let out a gasp.

“Because it feels comfortable down there?” he asked.

The blood gathered downwards, my vagina twitched, and I could even feel hot water flowing out from deep inside my vagina.

“Are your underwear wet?” he said.

The sexual fluids kept flowing out, quickly soaking the panties.

What’s wrong with me? I was so confused that I tried to feel my body carefully, trying to find out what was wrong, but I ended up focusing all my attention on my body.

My heart was beating so fast and my breathing was so rapid that I let out faint moans. The pleasure surged between my legs, making me clamp my legs together, but the feeling of the inner thighs squeezing against each other intensified the pleasure.

I have no way to avoid it, no way to escape it, but my consciousness is becoming more and more blurred and it is becoming more and more difficult to think.

　　Raymond leaned close to my ear and whispered, “What’s wrong with you? You look like you’re about to...orgasm.”

Extreme comfort blossomed across my crotch, and I suddenly realized that I was on the verge of orgasm.

I’m losing control.

“ Miss Abigail .”

I looked at Raymond , and his strong hands touched my face. He stared at me in fascination and said, “You are so beautiful.”

His fingertips slid across my face, the feeling was so clear, so intoxicating, his hand slid to my chin, his fingertips gently touched my lips. I didn’t resist, I just let him touch me, my body trembling, my brain unable to think, and my skirt empty and hot.

He said, “You shouldn’t have made that bet with me. Miss Abigail , maybe we should go away for a while.”

Leave? What does that mean? Where are you leaving?

I looked at him with a puzzled look, and he said, “You need sex to satisfy your needs, don’t you?”

Yes, I do.

“Let’s go,” Raymond said, and his tone didn’t leave me any choice.

Just then, I heard a noise in the distance and Brian ‘s laughter.

I turned around and saw a woman and several men surrounding Brian and arguing with him.

The middle-aged woman questioned Brian , why Samuel fainted after talking to him, whether Brian had drugged him. Brian laughed and joked to explain, the woman asked a bodyguard in a suit to grab Brian and search him.

This angered Brian , and he slapped the bodyguard on the neck quickly, and the bodyguard suddenly fell to the ground, as if he had fallen asleep. Then Brian approached the middle-aged woman and whispered something in her ear, and the woman stood there stupidly, her face full of shock, but her body was frozen.

I knew he was using hypnosis again, and I was beginning to feel the power of hypnosis.

I stood up, without saying goodbye to Raymond , and walked quickly towards Brian . I grabbed his arm and he said, “Mom, it’s okay. It’s all a misunderstanding.”

“Let’s go.”

“It’s fine.”

“I’m not feeling well, let’s go.”

“All right.”

The two of us left quickly, and Brian turned back to Jasmine and her sister and said, “See you next time.”

We got in the car, Brian was a little excited and drove very fast, and I deliberately sat in the back seat and never recovered.

My head was full of sexual fantasies. I wanted to avoid them, but I started to think about them again without realizing it. I squeezed my legs together tightly, but I subconsciously began to masturbate by squeezing them together. I was soaked, and the skin on the inside of my thighs could feel the horrible dampness. I was so hot that sweat oozed from my armpits and back.

But the most terrifying thing was that I couldn’t help but think of Raymond , the way he looked at me, and the feeling of his fingers touching my face and lips, which seemed to still linger on my lips.

We arrived at the parking lot and got into the elevator. Fortunately, the blush on my face helped me hide the blush. I went home, locked myself in the bedroom, sat on the sofa, and found that the stockings I left there were gone again.

　　Brian played with my stockings.

This thought made me feel impulsive. I turned on the computer, clicked on the surveillance video, and watched on the screen that my boy picked up the stockings I had worn. He sniffed it, kissed it, put it in his mouth, and breathed in the smell I left on the crotch of the stockings.

I couldn’t think anymore, the suppressed impulse hidden in my heart burst out, and I made a decision that I would definitely regret.

I walked to the dressing mirror and checked myself. My makeup and hair were not messy at all. I looked so tall, and the tight cheongsam outlined my figure. I was still that “stunner”, the dream lover of all men.

The bottom of my skirt was so wet and full of the smell of wanting to have sex. The smell of my perfume wafted in along with my body odor, like a plum, sweet and a little sour, making me want to eat myself.

I opened the door, Brian was not in the living room, I walked to Brian ‘s bedroom, without knocking, I opened it directly.

　　Brian was taking off his white shirt, revealing his bare upper body, his suit pants were still on, his belt undone.

He looked at me puzzledly, his eyes flickering, glancing at my legs in stockings. But I looked at him with a lewd look. He must have worked out, his body was covered with lean and solid muscles, showing a strong inverted triangle figure, his abdominal muscles were very clear, his shoulders were broad, and his chest muscles were high and bulging.

“Mother?”

I closed the door.

“ Brian ...”

“Mother.”

I walked over and got close to him. He could already smell me and his face quickly turned red. He began to look away, but couldn’t help looking at me all over. His fiery and timid gaze quickly flashed over my feet, chest, hips, arms, legs, waist, and face, and then avoided me again.

“ Brian , look at me.”

The boy looked at me and I seemed to hear his heartbeat.

“Mom, what’s wrong?”

“Mom wants to give you a present. It’s your birthday present. For you, I have become an adult. Do you want it?”

I looked at him, not knowing what kind of passion was revealed on his face.

He seemed to have guessed something, but he didn’t dare to believe it. He nodded slightly, “I think so. Mom.”

I walked closer to him, my breasts swelling with lust almost touching his pecs. I could smell his rapid breathing and his boyish scent.

His mouth was open and couldn’t close, so I held his shoulders and kissed his mouth.

This kiss made him brave, he gently stroked my face, adjusted his position, and kissed me deeply.

His tongue enters my mouth, warm and slippery, and I accept him, letting him taste it freely in my mouth. Closing my eyes and focusing on the feeling in my mouth, I touch his tongue with my tongue, we stick together and lick each other, then gently entangle, caressing each other’s tongue with our tongues as if afraid to hurt each other.

He was sucking me, as if he wanted to suck away my scent, and I cooperated with him, sending my saliva into his mouth.

Our lips rubbed against each other, so soft, both lips and tongues were so soft. His hands were always on my back, I grabbed them, pushed them to my ass, and then helped Brian use his hands to knead my round and perky ass. He grabbed and caressed my ass, feeling its contours, he must have wanted to touch me like this for a long time.

I hugged his neck, rubbed my breasts against his chest, and pressed my hips against his. I could feel that he was erect and his penis was so hot, pressing against my vulva through my pants and skirt.

I touched his body, let go of his mouth, and rubbed my face against his. We caressed each other’s faces, looked at each other passionately, kissed wetly, and let go. He sniffed the fragrance on my mouth and rubbed my face with the tip of his nose. He kissed my neck and I raised my head.

His heavy breathing lingered on my sensitive neck, his hands went down to stroke my thighs, he held my waist, kissed my breasts wrapped in the cheongsam, and reached out to knead my breasts. I held his head, my legs shaking wildly from side to side with excitement, because I couldn’t stand at all in my high heels.

“ I can’t stand anymore~” I said, my voice weak and accompanied by rapid breathing.

　　Brian picked me up and put me on the bed. He took off my high heels and I asked him, “Do you want to kiss your mother’s feet?”

I knew he wanted it, but I was afraid he wouldn’t say it. His face flushed and he nodded quickly. I raised my trembling feet and put them on his mouth, pressing my toes against his nose. He was shaking with excitement and hugged my ankles. I asked, “Do mom’s feet smell good?”

“It smells so good!” he blurted out, breathing hard, and the little tent in his crotch jumped up and down.

I watched him kiss my foot, lick it shyly with his tongue, and take my toes wrapped in black silk stockings into his mouth. I put my other foot between his legs and touched his erect penis.

Oh my god, it’s so hard and so hot.

He opened his eyes wide and watched the long-desired silk feet caressing his lower body, then he became very excited, caressing my calves madly, burying his head and kissing, from calves to thighs, lifting the front of my cheongsam, and seeing my wet and hot underwear.

I was going crazy myself, like a female animal chasing after pleasure. I spread my legs wide to the sides, letting him see my skirt clearly.

He stared with eyes wide open, as if he wanted to engrave everything he saw in his mind, and his gaze alone made my vagina twitch.

I was so anxious that I untied my garter and said, “ Brian , help Mom take it off.”

He reached under my skirt, hooked his fingers on the sides of my panties, and took off the panties of the goddess of his dreams with his own hands.

I knew he wanted to smell it, but was still shy and couldn’t let go, so I picked up the panties with my feet and pressed them to his mouth and nose.

He cried out in pleasure, and his handsome face showed an expression of exhaustion. I felt secretly happy, and further teased him, saying, “This time it’s fresh, just taken off from mom’s underwear.”

“Ah! Mom!”

　　Brian was so happy that he lost himself in pleasure and his expression became as if he had lost control of himself.

I wanted to continue playing with him, but the emptiness in my vagina wouldn’t allow it. I was too horny and wanted to be penetrated, so I ordered him, “Take off your pants.”

He hurriedly took off his trousers and underwear together, and his long penis popped out.

This was the first time I saw this little baby grow up. Looking at my naked son in front of me, I couldn’t bear it anymore. I said, “Give it to mommy.” and then I lay down on the bed.

　　Brian pressed on me and tried to find my vaginal opening with his penis. I reached down and held his penis to help him aim it. I was shocked by its hardness.

When his glans touched the vaginal opening, I said, “Come in.”

He didn’t wait for me to finish before thrusting forward, and the head of his penis began to separate my mucous membrane and penetrate deep into me.

My vagina was contracting, wrapping his penis tightly, and he tried to enter a little bit, stretching my tight vaginal mucosa. He kept going in and in until he completely penetrated me, at which time his pubic bone hit mine, and I knew that Brian ‘s penis was the same length as my vagina, exactly the same, and our bodies fit together perfectly, no more, no less, a perfect match.

“Mom, you’re clamping,” he said.

“Hmm.” I couldn’t help it, and the front part of my vagina contracted again and again.

He leaned over and kissed me, and I opened my mouth and kissed him with my tongue. Because I was down there, his saliva kept flowing down, and I swallowed it all.

Then he moved instinctively, and I instinctively moved my hips to meet his, and we quickly found each other’s rhythm and began to pound into each other.

“Oh~ son …Oh my god, it feels so good…Oh~… It feels so good… Brian …Mom feels so good…Oh my god…keep going… Brian …keep going…harder…please be harder…Mom misses you, harder…give it to me…give it to me more…”

　　Brian thrust hard at my request, and our genitals collided with each other. He raised his body, and I met his eyes, staring at each other, and he saw all my ecstasy expression.

I was so happy, I felt so comfortable in my crotch, I was so happy. He continued to thrust in and out, I could no longer think of anything except being fucked by him, I started to scream unconsciously: “Oh my God... son, oh my God... it feels so good... take me... Brian ... keep going... keep going... give it to me... ah~~! ah~~! ah!!... ah~!... I feel like I’m flying to the sky... ah~~~!”

My face was flushed and I was in ecstasy. All ethics and morality were thrown out of my mind. I couldn’t imagine what Brian saw me look like.

　　The son worked hard to poke his mother, making me scream in ecstasy. His own face turned red, his expression became serious, and he clenched his teeth.

The only thing I was aware of was wondering if Brian was reaching his limit.

Is this Brian ‘s first time? If so, he was really patient enough to have sex with his long-desired goddess mother for so long.

I didn’t want him to hold it in any longer, and at the same time I also wanted to orgasm, so I said, “Hold it in a little longer... Brian !... Keep going! Son ... send Mommy... to... to... to orgasm, I’m almost there... almost there... Ah!~... Mommy is almost there... I’m going to orgasm!... Fuck me to death! Oh my God! Mommy can’t hold it anymore!”

My son was enduring it for me. I felt so good that I closed my eyes and fully enjoyed the pleasure that my boy brought me.

I let go of all my defenses, screaming “Ah~! Ah~! Ah~! Ah~! Ah~!”, my body arched, chasing the pleasure of the flesh. Brian was making the final sprint, fucking me so hard that my whole body was shaking and my vision was blurred.

I suddenly shouted: “ Brian I’m going to orgasm--!!”

Before he could finish his words, I reached orgasm, and almost at the same time I felt Brian ‘s semen ejaculating deep into my vagina. We orgasmed at the same time to the exact same second, which gave me a sense of satisfaction.

We hugged each other and reached orgasm, desperately releasing our bodily fluids on each other. I was convulsing and he was trembling, we felt each other and experienced the pleasure in our bodies.

I was almost exhausted after I ejaculated, and could only hold him weakly, connected and entangled with him.

We pressed together, panting, waiting for our bodies to slowly cool, then we kissed, he took off my cheongsam, bra and garters, leaving me only a pair of stockings, and then pulled up the quilt to cover both of us. We hugged, legs entwined, hands caressing each other, rubbing our lower bodies against each other, until the desire gradually increased, Brian penetrated me again.

How many times did we do it that night? We later counted many times, and in the end I said seven times, and he said eight times, but I lost consciousness during one of those times.

Each time we went together, letting him cum deep inside my cumming vagina.

We made love until dawn, and when we were both exhausted, we fell asleep in each other’s arms.

We slept until noon that day, and after waking up neither of us regretted anything. We did it again in bed and reached orgasm together again.

Then I took his white shirt and put it on. He didn’t allow me to take off my stockings, so I cooked lunch with him. It was a sunny day, and he was fascinated by the sunlight shining on me. I teased him and touched his lower body with my silk feet, and he kissed me. Finally, I put the food in his mouth, sat on him and fed him mouth to mouth, and let him smell my silk stocking feet. Finally, I was so excited that I poured yogurt on my body and let him lick it. At this point, we had to have sex. Because we were in a hurry, we had to do it on the dining table and on the floor.

We took a shower together in the afternoon. In the bathroom, we looked at, touched, and got familiar with each other’s bodies. Brian said foolishly, “Mom is my girlfriend.”

We were filled with the thrill of adventure and the happiness of love until Bethany called me.

“ Bethany ? Any progress?” I asked. Brian hugged me from behind and touched my private parts.

　　Bethany said on the other end of the phone: “ Emily is dead. I want you to come to the scene immediately. There is something I want you to see.”

Chapter 3

　　Brian didn’t know what was going on and still asked me to go to a love hotel tonight. I agreed to it while looking at the photos Bethany sent me.

“Mother?”

The photo showed Emily ‘s body, lying on her bed in her own home, spread out. I felt terrible.

“Mother!”

“What?”

“Stockings.”

“Um?”

“You have stockings on your right leg, but not on your left.”

“Oh.” I took off my hip-hugging professional suit, put on the stockings on my left leg, and held it up with a garter.

　　Brian said, “Can I wear lingerie?”

“I’m wearing garters.”

“You can wear garters with pants, too.”

“You should wear pantyhose with your trousers.”

“Why?” Brian smiled and walked over with a pair of black slim-fit suit pants. “There’s no law against it.”

I leaned over and he kissed me. I took the pants from his hand, put them on, and let my feet wrapped in black stockings stick out from under the trouser legs.

“Is work busy?” he asked.

“Something special happened.”

“Can it be done before tonight?”

“Of course.”

“Which room do you choose?” He picked up his phone and showed it to me. On the screen was an APP for booking a hotel. It was a love hotel, commonly known as a sex room. There were rooms of various styles in the photos, including prison theme, garden theme, ancient style theme, primitive jungle, ocean world, palace, etc. Each one had a huge bathtub and a sex chair. Most of them were equipped with round beds. There were iron railings in front and behind the bed, which could be used for restraint.

I asked him, “Which one do you like?”

“I have no idea.”

“You want to choose a prison?”

“How do you know that?”

“No, I can’t let you do what you want so easily.” I flipped through the app and said, “I choose pole dancing.”

It was a room with a pole dancing stage. There were models demonstrating in the photos, and it seemed that the pole was not just for show, but could really be used. In addition, it also had a sex chair, a large bathtub, a round bed that could be used for restraint, floor-to-ceiling windows, and shackles on one wall.

“Really?” Brian was a little excited.

I said, “I usually do pole dancing to train my core at the gym, didn’t you know?”

　　Brian was somewhat delighted. I picked up the bag and patted his chest, “Send me the room number.”

“Okay, I’ll wait for you!”

I walked out the door and drove as fast as I could to Emily ‘s apartment.

I didn’t want to show that kind of loss in front of Brian . Just the day before yesterday, I was still monitoring Emily . I had realized that something was wrong. George came to me for help out of desperation, but I couldn’t help them. I watched Emily die, and George will fall into pain.

What exactly happened?

I drove faster and faster, constantly exceeding the speed limit, but by the time I arrived at the large apartment, Emily ‘s body had been removed.

　　Bethany said to me, “What do you think the cause of death was?”

“……suicide?”

　　Bethany shook her head vigorously and said, “Take off your cunt.”

“What do you mean? Take off your genitals?”

　　Bethany picked up a piece of paper and read the words on it: “Excessive excitement of the sexual organs for a long time leads to excessive secretion of adrenaline, massive loss of body fluids, cardiac arrest, shock, damage to the pituitary gland, and multiple organ failure.”

I opened my mouth but no words came out.

　　Bethany said: “This is the preliminary judgment of the medical examiner.”

I said, “She is! That is, she is...”

“He died suddenly during intense sex. To put it bluntly, he was fucked to death.”

　　Emily was fucked to death. This is neither a joke nor an exaggeration. It is a fact, just a fact.

I asked, “Who killed her? Any clues?”

“That person is in the hospital.”

I was surprised to hear her say that. I originally thought that the short man I photographed was the one who killed Emily , but from Bethany ‘s tone, it seemed like there was someone else.

She said, “It’s a basketball player named Timothy .”

“Basketball player?”

“After he beat Emily to death, he also fell into a coma.”

“Have you taken drugs?”

“The doctor is still doing the tests.”

I searched on my phone for the guy named Timothy , a 2-meter-tall, strong, fledgling basketball player, 21 years old.

　　Bethany said: “ Emily ‘s assistant said that Emily and Timothy met in a nightclub last night, and then they called an online taxi to leave, and then this happened.”

“It looked like an accident. A model and a basketball player met in a nightclub, were attracted to each other, and decided to have a one-night stand. Then, they did it too intensely, the woman died suddenly, and the man fell into a coma.”

“I guess the test will show that both of them had drugs in their systems.”

I also agree with this prediction: “Then everything will be logical, and no one will suspect it. But unfortunately, George loves Emily very much . He found something wrong, although he couldn’t believe it, but he still told us in advance, and we monitored Emily a day in advance .”

“Yes. Miss Abigail , is your telescope still on?”

I nodded helplessly, looking through the French window of the apartment at the International Hotel not far away, and said, “I will continue to rent that room and keep the camera on.”

We entered the suite I rented at the International Hotel and opened my laptop, which contained dozens of hours of video.

We opened the video and dragged the progress bar to last night. We saw Emily and Timothy enter the apartment. The basketball player was really tall and had broad shoulders. Emily, who was 174 cm tall and wearing high heels, looked like a little girl next to him.

They made love, and it was very intense, Timothy fucking her like he was wrestling with someone.

I stared at the screen, swallowing my saliva continuously. Before long, my clitoris and nipples became erect and swollen. Later, I inexplicably began to imagine that I was the woman being fucked hard by Timothy . He pounded me like a pile driver, and then held me and fucked me until I flew.

Bethany and I stared at her. She kept touching the back of her neck, breathing heavily and her body getting hot. Her body temperature made the jasmine scent of the perfume more intense, and her ears turned red.

The crazy sex on the screen lasted for two hours. The two people did it like they were dying. It was definitely not rape. Both men and women took the initiative. I think it would be difficult to finish a basketball game with such intensity, but they just didn’t know how to get tired. They kept doing it, and kept doing it until two hours later, Emily suddenly lost her strength and fell backwards on the bed.

Timothy continued to rape her for 40 minutes as if he didn’t notice anything. During these 40 minutes, Emily was like a corpse and didn’t respond to him at all. Finally , Timothy collapsed, fell unconscious, and fell on top of Emily .

“What do you think?” Bethany asked me.

“It’s not a natural process.”

I walked to the French window, my mind was in a mess and I couldn’t speak.

　　Bethany asked me, “ Miss Abigail , what are you thinking about?”

When she asked that, my thoughts suddenly clicked into place and I said, “I was supposed to be here. I was supposed to be here last night.”

“It’s not your fault.”

“I’m going to consult Raymond , and then I should come and take a look. If I come, I will definitely find that something is wrong with them. The whole process lasted so long, two hours and forty minutes. At any time if I interrupted them , Emily could have been saved.”

“You are being too picky. None of us could have predicted that something like this would happen.”

“Perhaps.”

What was I doing when I was supposed to be saving Emily’s life? I was making love to my son.

When I woke up this morning, I had no regrets because I was still holding my son , I was still warmed by his body temperature, my whole body was feeling the touch of his skin, I felt very comfortable, I didn’t even want to let go of my son , I was obsessed, greedy, and lost my mind.

But now, what I saw was a corpse, a murder, a crime scene. My heart grew cold and I felt a huge question beginning to envelop me. It was forcing me to answer, asking me if I had done the right thing.

“ Miss Abigail .”

“Are we going to the police station?”

“Go to the Criminal Investigation Center. We have to see the forensic doctor.”

The criminal investigation laboratory looks like an old hospital, with white tiles on the walls, a ceiling fan, and a radio playing music on the table. It seems as if time has stopped here, making people feel familiar and strange, and indescribably depressed.

　　As expected, drugs were found in Emily’s body, and preliminary analysis showed that it was a powerful central nervous system stimulant such as methamphetamine. I predict that the police will close the case soon and conclude that it was an accident.

However, the forensic doctor found a foreign object when examining Emily’s vagina. It was an eyelash, which luckily had a hair follicle.

　　Emily asked the medical examiner, “What are you going to do?”

“Send it to the laboratory for short series repetition experiments,” said the forensic doctor.

“Can the DNA be tested?”

“It can contain fragments of DNA.”

She asked the medical examiner to prioritize the test, and he told her she would get the results within 24 hours.

The food at the testing center was delicious, but we didn’t want to stay for a moment, and when we walked out, I breathed a sigh of relief.

It was completely dark and it started to rain again. We got in the car and I said, “I now suspect that all this has something to do with hypnosis.”

　　Bethany was blunt: “I don’t believe hypnosis is real, at least it can’t be used to kill people.”

I can understand why she thinks so. If I hadn’t experienced it myself, I would find it hard to believe it myself. But I can’t call Brian over to demonstrate it to her now, so I plan to avoid this topic for the time being.

I asked her, “What do you think?”

“I don’t want to have any preconceived ideas. This case is too bizarre and involves a public figure. The bureau will definitely be under pressure from all sides and will not allow me to investigate privately. Miss Abigail , I don’t know how to tell George . I can only wait for him to find out about this through the media. I don’t know how to face him.”

“It’s not your fault, it all happened so fast.”

　　Bethany took out her phone, looked through a few messages, and said, “The media has already received the news, and some big Vs have posted a few fragments on their own media. Emily and Timothy ‘s fan groups are refuting the rumors. These people are so hateful!”

“What’s wrong?”

“They are talking about this from the perspective of a salacious affair, those big Vs.”

Then George called, and Bethany went out and stood under a tree and talked to him for ten minutes.

She got back in the car and I asked, “Do you want to go and keep him company?”

She shook her head: “I’m not going. I want to investigate.”

“Any ideas?”

“No.”

“I have an idea,” I said. “You can first check Emily and Timothy ‘s recent movements, and then find their intersection, that is, the place where they have both been.”

“I see. Find the connection and see why it’s these two.”

“I’ll consult Raymond again .”

“The hypnotist?”

“Yes.”

“Be careful,” she said.

“You don’t believe in hypnosis, do you?”

“I’m worried he’s a fraud.”

We separated, she went back to the police station to work overtime, and I drove to the hotel where I had an appointment with Brian .

Along the way, I became more and more doubtful about my relationship with Brian . Our intimacy did not bring me a sense of security, but instead made me feel uneasy.

That feeling would slowly disappear when I was with him, and gradually become stronger when I was alone. When I parked my car downstairs of the hotel, I suddenly didn’t want to go up, so I called him.

“Mom?” His voice was laughing.

“Baby, I’m downstairs and I don’t want to go up now.”

“Tired?”

“Somewhat.”

He paused for a moment and asked, “Would you like a drink?”

“think.”

“There’s a nightclub on the street behind the mall on the first floor.”

“We didn’t make an appointment.”

“I know the owner of that shop. He’s a bit crazy, a chuunibyou, and particularly likes Western-style nightclubs. So he has a rule that pretty ladies don’t need to make an appointment to enter the shop, and the drinks are free.”