"Nope, nope, nope, FUCKING NOPE!" I howled while ignoring the fallen body of Jennifer as she splayed out on the ground, unconscious, with all her goodies free for the eyes to see.
"We ain’t doing it; ima just keep playing with her mind, so what if I shatter it completely, anything is better than this shit." Unable to contain myself, I lightly kicked Jennifer in the ribs, hard enough for her to roll over and make her modest C-cup breasts jiggle, drawing my attention for a second before I pulled a blanket from my inventory and tossed it over her to protect my sanity…well…what was left of it.
Next, I crouched down beside her and used my fingers to pry open her eyes before leaning my head down and staring directly into them.
"Psy-Kinesis," I waited for a second after activation so that my Talent could invade her mind. Since she was unconscious, it took a little more time than usual, which was expected as it wasn’t the first time I had ever done something like this to a person.
Over the years, I had done an uncountable number of experiments on live subjects with my Talent, and one of the many conclusions I drew was instead of hypothetically being easier to take over a person’s mind when they were unconscious, it was actually significantly more difficult.
The reason was that it needed active neural pathways. Since the brain, for the most part, "Powers Down" when unconscious as to preserve itself, it required me to forcefully stimulate certain parts of the brain with Particles in order for my Talent to take effect, thus instead of a near instant effect, it would take between 5 to 10 seconds before her eyes would glow.
While I waited, I thought up a few commands that should do the trick, then spoke in a crisp, clear, and unfeeling tone once I observed the faint, Icy blue glow emitting from her unfocused eyes.
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"You are not physically attracted or in love with your student; you only hold deep admiration for him and wish to see him succeed in all he does in the future. You feel a deep sense of appreciation and pride for his achievements and will do everything in your power to aid him in any endeavor he wishes to follow."
Sixty words, the command was one of the more in-depth I had used in the past, and the strain on my Particle Count was apparent as I emptied my tank by half in only a few seconds, causing me to feel a little lightheaded.
But I didn’t stop there; pulling out the few remaining potions I had in my stock, I followed through by repeating the command four more times, making it a clean Five prompts, which I had found to be the surefire number of attempts to solidify a command in someone’s mind.
By the time I finished the task, I was covered in sweat and felt like vomiting, indicating I had pushed my mind and body beyond what they could handle as I was experiencing a light form of backlash.
"It looks like I’ll need another day with this bitch if I want to move forward with my plans…still, I’m curious to see how bad her psychological state is once she wakes up." Glancing down at the unconscious woman, I could see the sheen of sweat glossed all over her face, dampening her hairline as her eyes fluttered rapidly under her lids.
My past experiences using coersion have proven what kind of effect the skill has on the minds of my targets; basically, the longer the command and the more repetitions I use, the harsher the damage to the target’s brain can be.
Then again, the level of force I apply, along with how many PC I pump into each word, plays a part in the damage, but if I had to give an analogy, it’s the difference between lightly tapping the organ with a feather, versus hole-punching the target’s brain each time I use coercion, the more holes I leave, the closer to looking like swiss cheese the targets brain becomes.
When I used Coersion on family members, I was extremely careful and light-handed so as not to cause any lasting damage. But I couldn’t afford that same decency for Jennifer; it wasn’t like I had planned on keeping her around forever.
No, she had a clear life expectancy and wouldn’t see life past the end of the month, so it didn’t matter if I mutilated her brain to get the desired effect that I wanted.
’Hm, that reminds me, I need to try and find a few medical techniques so that I can observe the degradation of my targets in the future; blindly punching holes with Coersion isn’t the most effective path, and without some way to monitor brain activity I’m just playing it by ear, and taking shots in the dark.’
Things would get more difficult when I factor in how Mind Control works, as, in a sense, it hijacks certain portions of the brain and rewires it before rewriting all the information it stores. If I don’t have a way to observe the changes, I have no way of knowing how long the effect will stick other than personal experiences.
There had been multiple times in the past when I believed I had complete control over a target, only for them to rebel against me a few days later. I couldn’t afford for something like that to happen here in the past, as I could in the future, so getting a few techniques or maybe some tech to scan the brains of my targets was mandatory.
Standing up and stretching out my body, I glanced down at Jennifer one more time before giving in to my inner urges.
Pulling down the blanket enough to expose her breasts, I took my time savoring the soft, bouncy texture and sensations. Repulsive or not, tits were tits, and I had to admit, the author had a nice pair on her, albeit not the largest nor smallest I had felt up, but it was still a nice feeling.