The Man with Hypnotic Powers Doesn’t Hold Back the Second Time Around

Chapter 179

Sibylla’s sudden and bizarre confession had left the room in chaos.  
It took some time to correct the misunderstanding.  

Her face turned bright red, and she kept fidgeting with her clothes, insisting, *“If you’re forcing me, I guess I have no choice. I’ll prove I’m not wearing anything.”*  
The shock of being hit by such a spicy American joke left me utterly dazed.  

*[Do you really think I’d ask about something so private? No, no. I’m not interested in you.]*  
*[…Ah.]*  

I somehow managed to collect myself and deliver that critical remark.  
Sibylla’s cheeks flushed an even deeper shade of red.  

To be fair, I’d be embarrassed too.  
Imagine casually discussing work and suddenly blurting out, *“By the way, I’m not wearing underwear today.”*  
Even for someone as open-minded as a foreigner, that’s got to sting a little.  

To save her from the awkwardness, I decided to move the conversation forward.  

[Sigh… Anyway, you’re not planning to make a fuss about the fact that our chairwoman is still alive, right?]*  
*[I wasn’t going to say anything in the first place.]*  
*[Great. I’ll trust you on that.*]*  

That settled it, for the most part.  

If she was willing to reveal a personal secret to gain my trust,  
it seemed safe to rely on her for now.  

*[Alright then, let me explain. You see, there’s this creature named Pyemon…]*  

I began briefing her on the special operation.  

Pyemon, the monster that would burn the world.  
This entire Academy Festival was nothing but an elaborate trap to take her down.  

*[So the President…?]*  
*[Ah. So it *was* him who deployed the Awakened?]*  
*[Yes. He mentioned that something big might happen.]*  
*[I see.*]*  
*“As expected of Brother Morrison. He figured it out and kept it a secret?”*  

Apparently, the U.S. president had guessed my intentions,  
but he’d still withheld the details from Sibylla.  

Clearly, he understood that I wanted this kept under wraps and played along.  
Not only that, but he even sent reinforcements just in case.  

I couldn’t help but feel a sense of respect and gratitude for his consideration.  

*“Thank you, Brother Morrison. I’ll accept your help with open arms.”*  

*[By the way, Sibylla, are you one of the deployed Awakened?]*  
*[Pardon?]*  
*[I mean, those people were sent here for me, weren’t they? It would be great if you were included among them.*]*  

The more S-Class Awakened, the better.  
Pyemon’s mind-control abilities don’t work well on S-Class individuals, after all.  

If Sibylla was stationed among the spectators, it’d be reassuring.  
Pyemon wouldn’t dare try anything with an S-Class watching, avoiding the risk of exposure.  

*“Of course, I doubt Brother Morrison would send over an actual S-Class, but…”*  

I smirked.  

*“If not, I’ll just have to persuade her myself with hypnosis.”*  

My golden eyes gleamed once more, penetrating the weakened defenses left by her earlier "No-Underwear" confession.  

*[How about this? Just for two days, make yourself mine.]*  
*[…What?]*  
*[You don’t have anything better to do, right? Help me hunt Pyemon.]*  

This time, the hypnosis was direct: *“Become mine.”*  
It was an exceptionally strong command to use on someone I didn’t know well, but…  

Pyemon’s brainwashing ability worked similarly.  
If Sibylla were to fall under Pyemon’s control, there’d be no saving her.  

So, as a precaution, I decided to claim her mind first.  
For the next two days, I’d preemptively establish control, ensuring that even if Pyemon tried anything, her hypnosis would be deflected with a simple *“Sorry, I already have a master.”*  

*“Not that this will be easy.”*  

While I had grown stronger, she was still an S-Class.  
And this wasn’t a simple hypnosis suggestion—it was practically a demand to become my slave.  

For someone from the *Land of the Free*, this kind of thing would be nearly impossible to accept.  
She was probably envisioning Martin Luther King Jr. in her mind right now, shouting, *“I have a dream!”*  

-*Squirm, squirm.*-  

*[I…]*  

Sure enough, she began fidgeting, her thighs trembling as she unconsciously resisted the hypnosis.  

To stop her from escaping, I firmly grabbed her chin.  

-*Thump.*-  

*[This is for the sake of America.]*  
*[…What?]*  

Trying to run?  
Oh no. You’ve been captured.  

***

Meanwhile, Sibylla’s heart was pounding uncontrollably.
It was all because of what she had just heard.

[“Be mine.”]

“Did I mishear that? It really sounded like a confession!”

In English, “Be mine” was a common phrase used in confessions of love.
For a native American like Sibylla, it could only be interpreted romantically.
And not just any confession—a bold, macho one dripping with charisma.

“Of course, that’s not what he meant. But still… why do I like it so much?”

Frankly speaking, it was exactly her type.
Even knowing the context didn’t support such an interpretation, she couldn’t help herself.

Her body began to squirm involuntarily, driven by an almost desperate feeling.

“I should’ve worn underwear! If I start sweating, he’ll misunderstand!”

Sibylla was the type to sweat profusely when nervous, particularly in sensitive areas.
Her habit of not wearing underwear on important days, coupled with wearing loose, lightweight clothes, was born from practicality.
If she was going to sweat anyway, she might as well stay comfortable.

But now, placed in a high-pressure situation with Yujin, alone and freshly exposed to a phrase like “Be mine,”
her nerves skyrocketed.

Her thighs were already damp with sweat, and droplets began trickling down.
How Yujin might interpret the visible results was a concern too embarrassing to contemplate.

-Fidget, fidget.-

“I need to air out before my clothes get soaked!”

That was the reason behind her constant squirming.
While she desperately wanted to reach under her skirt and wipe away the sweat, doing so in front of Yujin was unthinkable.

Instead, she moved subtly, trying to create a breeze.
Her thighs pressed together and then parted repeatedly, while her hands fidgeted with the hem of her skirt, lifting and lowering it ever so slightly.

Unfortunately, to Yujin, it looked like something entirely different.

“Is she resisting my hypnosis? As expected of an S-Class. I thought she’d succumb immediately, but she’s holding out.”

[This is for America.]

Yujin tightened his grip on her chin, his clueless eyes fixed on her.

Stop squirming, stop resisting, just submit to the hypnosis already—that was the unspoken message in his actions.

[Wait! You can’t just do this out of nowhere.]
[Take your time to think it over. But I’m certain President Morrison would want this too. This isn’t just for Korea—it’s for the entire world.]
[Um… I-I just need to think for a moment in the restroom...]

“Going to call Morrison, huh? Not happening.”

[If you can return immediately, you’re welcome to go. Otherwise, stay put. We’re in the middle of an important conversation, after all.]

Yujin reinforced his command with a subtle hypnosis suggestion: Don’t leave during this critical discussion.
Sibylla’s restless body froze in place as if bound by invisible chains.

“…!!!? I can’t move!”

[It’s just for two days. During that time, you’ll be mine, following my orders unconditionally.]
[I… I...]
[It’s for world peace.]*

Yujin leaned in closer, closing the distance until their noses almost touched.
He left her no room to escape, locking her in place with his unyielding presence.

“……”
“Disciple, what… are you doing?”

-Crack!-

Little did Yujin know, someone was watching.
From outside the room, Ninomiya Aika’s eyes narrowed as her violet gaze pierced through the walls.

“I sensed a suspiciously strong energy and decided to check. And this… what is this?!”

Her vision revealed a scene she could hardly believe.

She had come to deliver a morning bento to her disciple, only to find this mess.
From the chairwoman’s office, the energy of someone strong—possibly S-Class—was emanating.

Out of concern, Aika activated her clairvoyance, and what she saw made her blood boil.

Her disciple, Yujin, was holding a woman’s chin as if about to kiss her.
And the Western woman, visibly dazed and happy, was… well, clearly not wearing underwear.

“Not only is she pantyless, but she’s planning to seduce my disciple?!”

Aika’s sharp gaze confirmed Sibylla’s lack of underwear, as well as the suspicious dampness on her thighs.
Quietly, she set down the bento she had brought.

She was moments away from storming in to destroy both of them.

[Fine, I’ll be yours for two days! Just let go already!]
[You’ve made the right choice.]

-Swoosh.-

“Sibylla, you’re mine now!”

Fortunately for Yujin, he achieved his goal before Aika could act.

As soon as Sibylla declared her surrender, he backed away.
The proximity had felt uncomfortably like an affair, so he quickly reestablished some distance.

“What was that about? We didn’t even kiss, so why were we so close…”

-Crack, crack.-

But the strategic nuke, a.k.a. Ninomiya Aika, was already at her boiling point.
Meanwhile, Sibylla, noticing her damp lower half, frantically fanned her skirt, unaware of the growing danger outside.

“Well then, I’ll leave it to you. Just remember, this is our little secret….”

-Creak… crack.-

“Disciple. What are you doing with Miss No-Panties over there? And what’s this ‘little secret’ I’m hearing about?”
“…!!!!!!?”

“What kind of rage cracks the ceiling just from mana pressure?!”

The suddenly materialized Aika froze the room in her fury.
Yujin, caught off guard, panicked.

Though the situation was innocent (at least in his mind), it looked anything but.
Now, he had to convince his wife-teacher otherwise.

“S-Sensei, let me introduce you. This is Sibylla, from the U.S.—”
“Introduce her? You two were about to kiss!”
“It’s not like that! I needed to persuade her—”
“Persuasion? Do you do persuasion with your face?!”

Aika wasn’t letting this slide.
Even if she believed Yujin’s intentions were pure, this happening on the day he was supposed to confess to her was infuriating.

“And you. Why are you flirting with someone else’s disciple? Do you want to die?”
“H-Hiiik!”

Sibylla, unprepared for the genuine murderous intent radiating from Aika, quivered in fear.

“I-I don’t speak Korean…!”
“Disciple, what does ‘I’ll kill you’ translate to in English?”
“Hiiik! Please save me!!”

And so, the situation spiraled into chaos…

“…!!!? Sensei, stop! Please, stop!”
“Huh? Disciple, stay out of this. This woman—”

-Snap.-

[——Sibylla peed herself!!!]
[…What?]
“H-Hic. Hic….”

Thus, another Seol Hayeon Incident was born.