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

Chapter 116

The awakened individual before me had the codename “Sibyl.”

‘Sibyl? Wasn’t that a prophet from Greco-Roman mythology?’

The name was famous, associated with a mythological female prophet, so widely known that even I, who wasn’t particularly interested in such things, had heard of it. It was a name used for prophetic texts and systems—quite well-known, in other words.

And with a codename like that...

"Don’t tell me her unique ability is...?"

"S-rank. ‘Prophecy.’"

As I suspected. Similar to Kong’s “Future Vision.” My expression grew serious.

‘So that’s why she’s restrained... did she lose her mind from information overload?’

Seeing the future. It sounds like an overpowered ability at first glance, but... as evidenced by Kong only being the 7th in the S-rank, it isn’t that great a power. The human brain can’t handle the vast possibilities of the future.

Even with Kong’s intelligence stat in the upper 9s, he can only glimpse a day into the future at most. For anything beyond that, he’d need days of recovery. Seeing the future has severe drawbacks.

"Did she go mad trying to glimpse the future?"

"Impressive, Sir Yoojin. You catch on quickly."

"Well, seeing someone tied up like that... kind of hard to miss."

"Haha... yes. She repeatedly attempts suicide when she’s not restrained. And communication is impossible."

Unlike Kong, it seemed she had lost her sanity from overusing her ability. I couldn’t help but sigh.

"So, the reason you called me... is pretty obvious. You want me to cure her, don’t you?"

"Exactly."

"*Sigh.*"

So, that’s why the President of the United States himself was here—asking me to treat “Sibyl.”

‘Looks like you broke her by pushing her too hard. Now you want me to fix her. Sure, just say “pretty please.”’

But there was a problem...

‘Status screen.’

-*Ding!*

Stats: Strength [7.66 (+1.34)], Agility [7.24 (+1.34)], Intelligence [4.12], Luck [9.42], Mana [7.20 (+1.34)]

"With my current ability... this would be a bit of a stretch."

Despite my recent growth, curing an S-rank awakener was a bit much.

Between three weeks of continuous gate training, an S-rank gate conquest, and the growth boost from the “Heavenly Spring,” I’d managed to reach around mid-B-rank... but still, this was an S-rank. And one who couldn’t communicate at all.@@@@

Even for me, this would be tough.

"I’m sorry, but I’ll have to decline...."

-*Bows deeply.*

"If you succeed in treating her, I’ll give you anything you want."

"...Anything?"

"Yes. We estimate her strategic value at approximately one trillion dollars. If you cure her, we’re willing to provide Sir Yoojin with equivalent compensation in installments."

I’d been about to refuse, but... capitalism was proving rather attractive.

I hesitated, deep in thought.

‘Money, I already have enough of... but “equivalent compensation?”’

-*Glancing around.*

"Could that compensation possibly include media influence?"

"...Excuse me?"

"So that even if I become the most hated person on Earth, I won’t actually take any heat."

The reason I was considering this was simple: my wives.

It bothered me that my harem situation might make my wives targets of undeserved criticism... but now the President of the United States, the ultimate “server admin” on Earth, was offering to back me up?

It was too tempting to pass up. Any questionable motives on his part or the global consequences of his request felt trivial by comparison.

"Interesting... more cunning than I expected."

"Sorry?"

"Nothing. I’ll draft a classified agreement for you, so there’s no need to worry."

Hearing my terms, the President let out a faint smile. There was something troubled in his expression, though.

* * *

Kendrick Morrison, the 45th President of the United States. Meeting Yoojin in person had been a significant gamble.

An ordinary person could be hypnotized just by making eye contact with him. As President of the United States, Morrison should have been avoiding Yoojin at all costs.

Even the knowledge that he had met Yoojin would end his political career. Whether Yoojin had actually hypnotized him or not, the public would automatically assume so. And there would be no way to disprove it.

Even so, he had met with Yoojin in secret, because...

At Yoojin’s nonchalant words, the President lit up with hope.

"Thank you! Anything you need... I’ll do whatever I can."

"Could you... bind yourself over there for a moment?"

"What? But... why?"

The President’s relief quickly turned to confusion.

Before him, Yoojin’s golden eyes shifted towards Sibyl, who had been sitting there motionless, lost in her own world, sketching

absentmindedly.

"As much as I hate to do this... it’s necessary. For her sake."

"...Alright."

With a solemn nod, the President agreed. After all, Yoojin could’ve already hypnotized him if he’d wanted to, right? This must truly be a part of the treatment.

Thus, the President of the United States was soon restrained for the first time in his life.

"I can’t move... so, what now?"

"Just stay still."

-*Slip, fasten.*

"Agh..."

The upstanding youth got to his feet, advancing towards Sibyl with a new goal in mind.

His hand held an extra restraint belt.

"Let’s make sure she’s nice and secure for this~."

-*Tighten, tighten.*

"Mmmm... gmmmph!"

Resisting was futile as her wrists and ankles were bound tightly, rendering her immobile.

Finally...

"I’ll just take this gag off~."

"...That’s not advisable. She might immediately try to harm herself."

"It’s okay."

-*Slide.*

The gag, which had been preventing her from biting down on her tongue, was removed, freeing her mouth.

Immediately, she attempted to bite down hard... but a foreign object entered her mouth, stopping her.

Sibyl’s unseeing, golden eyes finally focused, meeting Yoojin’s gaze.

-*Ding.*

[The 'Indomitable' trait’s effect activates...]

"What a naughty girl. Show your teeth like that, and your future boyfriend won’t be happy~."

"Sir Yoojin...?"

"Watch from over there, will you?"

Ignoring the President’s questioning gaze, Yoojin set to work. His fingers moved through her mouth without hesitation, as if it was his own domain.

For a full ten minutes, a strange, slightly indecent sound filled the room, until her jaw slackened and she hung limp.

"Mmm... nnngh."

-*Wet smack.*

"Sir Yoojin...?"

At last, Yoojin’s saliva-covered fingers withdrew, leaving a fine line of silver trailing from his fingertips to her lips, finally falling to her chest.

And, with a slight smirk, Yoojin reached for...

-*Ziiip.*

"...Nnnngh?"

"Sir Yoojin?!"

—unzipping her restraint suit completely, revealing a physique befitting her Western lineage.

-*Grin.*

"Alright, missy, let’s take good care of you, shall we~?"

For the first time since his regression, the “Hypnosis and Breeding Gentleman” lived up to his title.