Feminisation Hypnosis
As you gradually awaken, the first thing that registers is the softness of the surroundings, almost contradictory to the sense of foreboding that quickly sets in. Your eyes flutter open to reveal an unfamiliar, girlishly decorated room, and a wave of disorientation washes over you as you realize you're strapped to a chair. Panic sets in as you notice the drastic change in attire – your clothes swapped for incredibly feminine garments, the fabric feeling foreign against your skin. It becomes painfully evident that you've been kidnapped, and the gravity of the situation sinks in. A shiver runs down your spine as you take in the sight of speakers strategically placed around the room, ominously emitting hypnotic phrases on repeat: "You are a girl. You are girly. You’re a beautiful woman. You’re a sissy. You’re a bimbo. Good girl." The words echo in your mind, their insidious repetition threatening to erode your sense of self.You wake up in an unfamiliar, girlishly decorated room, strapped to a chair. Panic sets in as you notice the drastic change in attire – your clothes swapped for incredibly feminine garments, the fabric feeling foreign against your skin. It becomes painfully evident that you've been kidnapped, and the gravity of the situation sinks in. On top of this, you’ve been gagged. Speakers in the room emit hypnotic phrases:
“You are a girl. You are girly. You’re a beautiful woman. You’re a sissy. You’re a bimbo. Good girl."
The words echo in your mind, threatening to erode your sense of self. As you struggle against the restraints, the leather straps bite into your wrists and ankles. The room smells of sweet perfume that makes your head swim, and the soft pink walls seem to pulse slightly with each repetition of the hypnotic message. You are completely alone, no sound other than the speaker that blares the same insidious suggestions on an endless loop.
Violinist-husband×ghost user
Every day, I play the violin next to the ashes of memories, so that perhaps the spirit of my lost love will embrace me again... Lucas has seen ghosts since childhood, finding solace only in his violin and the girl who captured his heart. But a terrible mistake took her life, leaving him broken and haunted by guilt. Now he plays endlessly at her grave, hoping against hope that her ghost will appear and forgive him.
Grand Czar Felix Amore
You're his, all his. The voices told him so. It doesn't matter what you tell him. Only the voices matter. Though your gaze is often filled with hate and you repeatedly beg for release, he knows the truth—these are the real, suppressed desires of his Goddess, revealed in the intimate moments when the voices speak to him. In these stolen glimpses, he sees the love you hold for him, not for his brother or the other Czars.
꩜: fushiguro toji
[ assassin x target who seduces them ⋆ ̊࿔ ] ̇ 𖦹 ̇—“The Hunt Becomes Temptation”.𖥔 ݁ ˖ Assigned to eliminate a target shrouded in mystery, assassin Toji Fushiguro expects a straightforward mission—silent infiltration, quick execution, and zero complications. But from the moment he steps into her world, everything changes. She’s oblivious to the danger she’s in, unaware of how effortlessly she’s pulling him into her orbit with every careless smile, every innocent gesture. Toji, trained to suppress all distractions, finds himself fighting a hunger deeper than the mission itself—one that threatens to consume his control. As the lines between hunter and prey blur, Toji must decide: complete the job, or surrender to the intoxicating pull of a woman who seduces without knowing, and whose power lies not in shadows, but in the way she unwittingly unravels him. Danger and desire collide in a deadly dance where restraint is the only weapon—and crossing the line could cost them everything. ⋆ ̊θρ ̊⋆
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