[X] Sanae

You had me at hypnotism, my favorite fetish. Add in mind reading to make it all work better, and all the stuff after that is just bonus. Let's go.

[X] Youmu

Hope for Youmu, she's usually so reserved I'd love to see what Satori does to her.

[X] Marisa

First and foremost, allow me to dispense the obligatory "welcome to my Beautiful Killing Chamber" throwback.

But yea, slow build-up MC is really the only way to do it. Stories that cheapen mind control with empty, soulless characterization are truly despicable in my opinion.

[X] Sanae

You definitely have my attention.

[X] Youmu
Yes, this is exactly my thing.

[X] Sanae

Let's start pushing into the Moriya Shrine as payback for that entire exploiting Okuu for their own means.

[X] Youmu

[X] Youmu

[X] Sanae

[X] Sanae

[X] Reimu

You had me at futa satori.

[X] Sanae

Easiest to cajole here I imagine~.

[X] Youmu

Isn't it sad, Reisen?

The target is one Kochiya Sanae.

>>38467

Nobody wants to start a quest on EZmodo. Reisen is already a sub character ripe for domination and corruption. She doesn't need any help from doctor Satori to reach her full potential as a willing mind slave.

[X] Youmu

[X] Youmu

The Moriya girl stood stock-still amidst Satori's prized rose garden, awkward and nervous. Satori's wine-red eye swivelled in place, fixing Sanae's heart with its hateful gaze — and Perceived.

At once, Satori saw the surface of her heart and knew many things. She knew the human girl had come thoughtlessly, her immature mind only thinking on this visit seriously once she touched down past the Palace’s wrought-iron gates. She saw the flash of her memories of the past months, and how Rin had become a regular guest, bringing gifts, faith and compliments to the goddesses of the shrine, ingratiating herself to them in the most traditional, time honoured way there was.

Rin had kept her informed of her progress, of course. Sanae was troubled, pressured, vulnerable to matters of the heart as young humans cannot help being — it hadn’t been so difficult to convince the goddesses she had need of outside help. Rather than making the girl herself come, it had been more effective to get them to suggest the idea. Sanae would not go against their wishes. She saw how uncomfortable the girl was with her Kasha, how the shrine maiden was always bothered by the faint scent of rot she brought with her. She never dared say it, for Lady Kanako was always left in a good mood after the cat's visits, and especially dared not think it now, in front of her mistress.


Sanae’s head was a nervous jumble, understandably. That last thought stood frozen for a couple of seconds, and before a word of greeting had touched the air, she bowed deeply, preparing an apology in her head, desperate to not ruin her first impression on a person her goddesses had judged important. In truth, Satori found it adorable that the worst thought Sanae could muster up about her was how Rin smelled, and that she was ready to profusely apologize for that alone. Most who met the mind reader had far, far, far worse things in mind.

She saw the notion of escape wither and die away now that they were face-to-face. She smiled and raised a hand, inwardly pleased, interrupting before she could say anything. “Don’t apologize. She lives with me, I know how she is.”


It sent Sanae’s mind into another sputtering scramble, and Satori realized she was too flustered to converse properly. Silly, earnest girl. She had to throw her a bone if they were to get anywhere today. She shifted the door open wider. “Aren’t you cold out there? Come in, please. You’ll catch a chill.”

She was cold, in fact — the Palace wasn’t close enough to the remains of Hell to be heated by its Flames, but the airflow caused by the temperature difference pelted all of the palace in a constant breeze, cooled by the long trip through the tunnels. Not thinking, Sanae had dressed for the warmth of the sweltering sun outside, forgoing her outfit’s detached sleeves and ankle-length skirt for something more summer-y; A flowing blue skirt, simple and light enough to flutter at the weakest draft, ending just above her knees; and a blue-trimmed breezy white top that was perfect for hot days, at the cost of allowing others glimpses at her sarashi and navel when her wind whipped around too much. She’d been regretting the decision in the way down.

“Ah,” she squeaked out, rising from her bow and running a hand through her hair once her brain caught up to her ears. “Y-yes. Thank you, um, Lady Komeiji?”

She laughed. “Just Satori is fine. Owning a hole in the ground full of drunkards and ghosts is hardly worth a title, I think.”

Sanae chuckled politely at the bad joke as she passed the Palace’s intimidating front doors, but it nevertheless did its job in allowing the shrine maiden to gather herself enough to act as she thought she should. 'Manners, manners,' came the order to her head once the door was shut behind her. She bowed once again, just as deeply as before. “It’s an honour to finally meet you, S— Lady Satori,” she said, unable to be that casual. She had to be at least respectful, given their status as somewhat fragile business partners. “I’m sorry it took so long to come pay a proper visit.”

Although it was clearly a fleeting feeling, she actually was sorry, and Satori noted the lack of an excuse with a pleased little nod. The girl seemed like something of an airhead, but clever enough to know not to be dishonest in this situation. Either that or she was refreshingly guileless, Satori couldn’t tell just yet.


The mind-reader guided her nervous guest through the admittedly ominous empty halls of the Palace of Earth Spirits, itself only slightly less cavernous than the actual caves outside. Reading her thoughts, Satori realized that the mother goddess was just as thoughtless as the child: it seemed Kanako had told her priestess to come down in an off-hand comment, and, critically, not told her what exactly she was coming down to do. The stupidly earnest Sanae had, of course, taken her words as the gospel they were and come down without asking her more, assuming it was some kind of mission for the good of the shrine. The goddesses' voice played through her head: “You should go down and talk to Satori. You haven’t met her yet, have you? No, that won’t do. Go sometime this week. We’ve arranged a little help for you.”

Satori was thus stuck with the unenviable job of telling a shrine maiden that she was about to open her heart to a hated youkai. She grumbled to herself; gods never did any good. They reached the prepared room, the mind-reader pulling up the chair from behind her desk and settling in before the couch where Sanae sat. The only goal in this first session was to make her want to come back. The question of what she was even doing here gnawed harder and harder at Sanae, plainly. She smiled awkwardly, her head filled with needless anxiety.


[ ] Satori chose to make tea, chat, put her at ease, and attempt to avoid or delay the subject for as long as it proved practical.
[ ] Satori chose to come out with it outright, explaining what she meant to do and reassure the girl of her pure intentions in the strongest terms available to her.
[ ] Satori chose to start out with something completely different — a relaxation exercise for the restless girl. She’d explain the situation later.

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>>38484
>>38487
ya'll late

[X] Satori chose to start out with something completely different — a relaxation exercise for the restless girl. She’d explain the situation later.

Prove we have something to offer before asking for the personal stuff.

[X] Satori chose to start out with something completely different — a relaxation exercise for the restless girl. She’d explain the situation later.

Tea and explanations are gunna make the atmosphere so tense! I think some bonding time completely free of obligations and pretense will go a long way towards our goal.

[X] Satori chose to start out with something completely different — a relaxation exercise for the restless girl. She’d explain the situation later.

Probably best, and explain the situation when she's less jittery

[X] Satori chose to start out with something completely different — a relaxation exercise for the restless girl. She’d explain the situation later.
maximum relaxation is key to hypnosis. and therapy!

[X] Satori chose to come out with it outright, explaining what she meant to do and reassure the girl of her pure intentions in the strongest terms available to her.

Sanae is down here and anxious because she wasn't told all the information about what she was supposed to be doing by her boss. She might appreciate having somebody be more upfront with things. That is, as long as we actually want to intentionally differentiate ourselves from her normal authority figure.

>>38498 Here.

This might be a bit late, but I'd like to change my vote to:

[X] Satori chose to come out with it outright, explaining what she meant to do and reassure the girl of her pure intentions in the strongest terms available to her.

Original vote's likely still more pragmatic, but >>38511 sold me on going contrast route.

[X] Satori chose to come out with it outright, explaining what she meant to do and reassure the girl of her pure intentions in the strongest terms available to her.

Seems good.

>>38452
。。。。。

God dammit, why do all the mean stories die young?

>>38836

Chill dude. OP said from the beginning he wanted to prioritize his less interesting story over this one.

>>38846
Missed that. Disregard.
I'm just still bitter that one ryona story died right at the good part, is all.

>>/th/198956

Yup, its dead.

Well in that case I'll go ahead and say it: "more like underground the rapist!"

>>39258

A more facetious and pedantic man than I might make the augment that it isn't rape since the target would mentally conditioned into giving consent of their own free will while not under any threat or duress. The situation would be more akin to subconscious seduction than rape.

>>39263

Or brainwashing.

Well fuck.

And this was gonna hit some kinks I always wanted hit here but now it's dead. Everything cool is dead here. Is THP in recline?

>>39270
Yes. Fix it by writing something.

Satori watched, sipping at her wine so as not to show an amused smile, as the girls thoughts spun up in a silly little circle: “Should I ask? No, wait, she knows what I want to know, so she'll just say so. But she isn't saying anything! So I should ask after all. But...” And such nonsense. Satori was duly impressed: the only greated airhead she'd met, excepting fairies, had been that awful vampire's maid. Even the local Tsurube-otoshi had more going on in her head, and about all she did was eat and and sleep. Still, she could only capture surface thoughts, so she reserved judgment. She was clearly nervous and not a little confused, and that tended to throw people off, not to mention standing before a proper, powerful mind-reader.
Not that Satori cut an impressive figure. She could see the shrine maiden's impressions spinning around among the whirlwind of her thoughts — “She's so small!”, “Ugh, pastel colours are so tacky,” “How does she change with all those cables?” and “She's so cute! I wanna pick her up!”

That last one would've raised an eyebrow if Satori hadn't been accustomed to hiding her reaction to others' thoughts. Not that it was the first time someone had thought something like it, but Sanae was so... exuberant in her head, even while nervous.
She was, in point of fact, bite-sized. Some of Chireiden's fairies could comfortably look her in the eye without floating up. But Satori couldn't quite think of why she might be considered cute, with her permanent shadows under her eyes and skinny figure.

Satori discarded the unproductive train of thought — Sanae was in the first syllable of asking why she was here when she was interrupted.
“Yes, I'll tell you why you've been sent here. Please, relax. Have some tea.”

Satori smiled, but it came out stilted; the wave of relief that blasted through her mind was near staggering to the mind-reader. Gods, this girl felt strongly, even in such a trivial situation. Satori hadn’t seen a case like this in a while.

Sanae smiled back, looking, to her credit, only slightly like someone was holding a knife to her neck and telling her to do it. She sipped at her calming tea.

“Truthfully, I hoped Lady Kanako would have told you a little more, but it’s quite alright.” She folded her hands carefully on her lap, showing far more composure than she felt.. “Let’s just get this out of the way. I’m going to be helping you out. Your Moriya goddess has hired me to be your therapist.”

Sanae froze in place, mug held up to her face. Satori’s third eye visibly winced at the blast of “WHAT!?” that washed over it, contracting like an actual heart.

Satori immediately felt herself flush with worry, feeling stupid about telling her right up front. She couldn’t fuck this up. Letting her drink the tea and soak in the calming atmosphere first would’ve been smarter, wouldn’t it?

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Sanae status: SUSPICIOUS
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Before Sanae could think to ask anything, or worse, storm off, Satori hurried onward. “We’ve talked extensively, through Orin,” she lied, and prepared to pile on the lies. She’d gotten this far, she couldn’t lose this chance now. “She’s been rather worried about you, you know? You’re a fine shrine maiden, of course, but she can tell when you’re overworking yourself. She knows you have worries you won’t share with her or Suwako.” Not difficult information to deduce, with Rin’s reports. As expected, Kanako’s word soothed the shrine maiden some, but Satori still saw Sanae’s worries pop up one after the other, flashing through her head, and responded as she went.

“My powers make me uniquely suited to the job, don’t you think? And you needn’t worry about privacy. From my nature you know I know all sorts of juicy secrets, but you haven’t heard anything from me. I’ve even attended some of your tea parties, and have not once blabbed on people’s private feelings.” Even if they deeply deserved it, she tacked on in her head.

It wasn’t enough. Sanae stood suddenly, readying to leave. The idea of baring her soul to a satori, a youkai, was simply too much to drop on someone’s lap suddenly like this and have them agree. Fucking Kanako. So, smart youkai that she was, she changed tracks. “Wait! Just a moment. Please”
Sanae clenched her teeth, but sat back down, fidgeting with her skirt nervously. “How about this. Forget about therapy. It’s pointless to even try if you’re not comfortable with the idea, anyhow. Let’s just... Chat. How about that?”

Sanae looked suspiciously up at the youkai. She was at a disadvantage, sitting on the luxurious, heavenly couch. “Chat?”

“Yes. We’re connected, are we not? We’re business partners. There’s nothing wrong about sitting for a little chat and a social: I’ve already made tea, so it’d be a waste to just leave. You don’t have to tell me anything you don’t want to—” not that she needs to “—and of course, you don’t have to come back. We’ll just make it a one time thing. How about it?”

Satori had to bite her tongue to not cringe at the way she was acting: pleading like this, it went against her every instinct. It just wasn’t right for a satori. But she needed this. So she swallowed her pride and showed a smile.

“Um. Just a one time thing?”

“Yes.”

“And I don’t have to come back?”

“Of course not.”

“Well... Alright.” She slumped slightly, cradling her tea. “If it’s for miss Kanako, just once doesn’t hurt, I suppose,” she thought.



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So went the first session. They just chatted. Like common acquaintances. About how the pets were doing, what the tengu and kappa were up to, about how recruitment for Moriya was going. Common, boring things. Satori waited, as the lurking predator she was, for Sanae’s guard to lower. She slowly sunk into the comfortable couch, lower and lower, until she was nearly lying down sideways, and the tea delivered its effect. Finally, after an hour of chat, she was slowing down, listening more than talking, nodding along. At some point one of the kittens, a lovely tortoiseshell girl named Lily, had wandered into the room and nestled against Sanae’s thighs, and she’d been absently petting her, looking close to sleep.

Satori’s blood was rushing through her veins. This was it. She could do it right now. She hadn’t wanted to do this the first time around but — Sanae wasn’t willing. Satori wasn’t about to waste all that effort. She’d have to be sneaky about it, and that meant no more than one extra suggestion, or she’d be tempting fate.

[x] Sanae would want to come back.
[ ] Sanae would trust Satori more. (Suspicious -> ?)
[ ] Sanae would fall into a trance on a trigger.
[ ] Sanae would not tell Kanako or anyone else what happened here.
[ ] Write-in?
[ ] Sanae would be a bit naughtier Bad Satori. Not yet.

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don't ask

...hmmm, you're not Isolex. Decided to dig this old story out of the garbage and play with it yourself, eh random anon? Well good on you. People should recycle more often.

[x] Sanae would want to come back.

This option already had an x in it. Are we supposed to pick an option, or is this one of those forced vote things?

>>39946
Apologies for confusion. Yes, it's a "forced vote thing". I'm considering that one already chosen, and you get to pick one (1) extra choice aside from it.

This was an interesting concept, glad to see this dead story picked up again.
[X] Sanae would trust Satori more
Trust is the most important thing if we’re to suggest more

[X] Sanae would trust in the benefits of counseling more.

Subtle but powerful is the name of the game here. Taking the focus of her distrust out of the suggestion should help to assuage her suspicion.

Also Thanks for picking this one up. Been looking for a good MC fix ever since Friendship is Mind Control made me fall in love with the genre.

[X] Sanae would trust in the benefits of counseling more.

I like the logic of subtle but powerful, and having her open to counseling means the ability to weave in the raising of trust by helping her with her problems through simple talking. The more she can point to a real world cause for whatever she feels, the less overt any insidious mental work is.

Glad to see this dragged back out; it's a pity for something with an interesting premise to languish and die.

[X] Sanae would not tell Kanako or anyone else what happened here.

Glad to see this back. Died before it even had a chance.

[x] Sanae would not tell Kanako or anyone else what happened here.

I like me some secrets.

Satori fought not to tremble from the adrenaline rushing through her exposed arteries. This was it. The best moment in the process — well, almost. Sanae wasn't a willing participant, so Satori couldn't sit right next to her and enjoy it leisurely. She stood from her desk and walked around it, sitting closer, in a second, slightly less heavenly couch across from Sanae. “Don't sit up, please. You look so relaxed, I’d hate to ruin it.”

She could see the sluggishness of the shrine maiden's thoughts as she nodded vacantly and settled, still petting Lily. She wasn't asleep or in a trace yet, but in that perfect, beautiful state where the eyes grow foggy, nods come far easier, when the mind is most malleable and you can mold their thoughts as easily as wet clay. Where she could brush their thoughts and bring out what her own power, wonderful as it was, could not: their deepest thoughts and desires, and make those her toys as well. The girl would become vulnerable. Helpless. Defenseless. Her mind most importantly, but also her body.

Satori did not stare unabashedly: Sanae was not yet far enough gone not to notice, but she glanced where she could. The green-haired girl looked slovenly, by this point, the topmost button of her shrine maiden's vest having come undone, her very un-Japanese sized breasts stretching the fabric pleasantly with each breath. It had ridden up as well, displaying her navel and the swell of her hips, tantalizing glimpses in the somewhat dim lighting of the room. The cursed skirt remained in place, showing no more than her calves.

Satori squirmed in her seat, trying hard not to pay attention to how slick she was getting.
She'd been getting incredibly worked up over this situation over the past hour, and in combination with the wine, she was almost too turned on to think straight. She wanted, deep in her lust-drowned being, nothing more than absolute power over this voluptuous living goddess. To make her willingly submit and offer up all that she was.


Yes. The truth was this.
Satori was an irredeemable pervert, a filthy deviant, and a mind control fetishist. This wasn't even the first time she'd done this: before, she'd played with some of her human-form pets (they were hers to play with, anyhow!), warping their personalities around as she pleased.

But she also wanted to believe, even against all the evidence of reality and her senses, that her goal in luring an innocent girl into her den of wickedness wasn’t to despoil and corrupt her. And so, she didn’t go straight for the throat, and buried those feelings as far as she could for now — which was not very deep at all. Youkai are not known for their rationality or restraint.

If not for her mind-reading, there would’ve been no chance at all to hypnotize someone without their express consent and cooperation; she was certain no human could accomplish such a feat. However, even knowing exactly what is on their minds at all time and having a specially prepared arena, hypnotizing someone unawares was tricky business. She was only going through such lengths to help, of course — this she told herself, pointlessly.


Satori reached for her desk, grabbing a notebook and an important item: an especially fat pen with a slowly shifting tiger’s eye banded pattern. A mostly worthless magical trinket, but endlessly fascinating to look at. One of her trusty foci. With a flourish that made sure Sanae caught a glimpse of the pen and followed it with her eyes, she brought it and the notebook to her lap.

“What... are you doing?” Sanae’s eyes briefly flickered up to Satori’s, then back down to the pen, poised to write.

“Oh, relax. If I’m going to be helping you, I figured I’d start with my notes.”

“I haven’t decided yet if I’m coming again,” Sanae lied drowsily.

“And if you decide not to, I’ll be wasting, what, a piece of paper and some ink? That’s quite alright.” Satori smirked smugly, a specialty of hers. “Have you noticed that I haven’t interrupted you or spoken your thoughts aloud since you got here?”
As she spoke, Satori moved her pen: not actually writing, but carefully drawing attention to it with movements, moving it from hand to hand, tilting it, rotating it. Sanae’s eyes wandered, but always seemed to go back there. In the firelight, the orange-ish shifting colours were irresistibly captivating to a properly (un)prepared mind.

“True.”

“I’ll have you know that was incredibly challenging to do for me. It’s keyed into my blood. I truly want to help, you know? And I’m really putting effort into this. For example,” she gestured around, “This whole room was purpose-built to be a positive influence, To make patients feel at home and relaxed. Do you like the couch?”

“It’s... mmm. Very comfortable.” Sanae stirred slightly, prompting an annoyed mew from the cat on her lap.

“I should hope so. It cost an absurd amount, custom-built. All to keep you at ease, feeling comfortable to discuss whatever you like. Do you feel comfortable?”

“Yes... It’s a nice room... Lady Komeiji,” she said, through half-lidded eyes. This was it, Satori realized. If she waited any longer Sanae would fall asleep.

“I’ve noticed you’re looking at my pen. Would you like to see it up close? It is a rather nice pen.” It was a as adroit a segue as Satori’s brain could come up with, swimming in arousal, excitement, and a healthy dose of ethanol as it was. Sanae was thankfully deep enough not to notice anything amiss.

There was a nod, and Satori leaned forward eagerly. Sanae also righted herself some, to look closer, inadvertently giving Satori a great angle on her generous cleavage. It seemed Sanae wasn’t fond of bras.
It was indeed a very nice looking pen, with orange bands shifting and rotating along, the quality and tone of the color changing subtly depending on the angle one was looking at it.
“Is it magical?” Sanae was suitably fascinated.

Satori’s voice was smooth as she spoke. For a hypnotist, such things were worth practicing. “Oh, it’s only a trinket. But it is enchanting. Sometimes I just sit and look at it. I just sit and look at the pen, stare at it. I look carefully at the shifting patterns, the way they rotate at subtly different speeds. I just keep looking. I watch it, and I watch it, and I can watch it for hours.”

“Ah... yeah... It’s certainly...” She was fixated.

Satori licked her lips and involuntarily squeezed her thighs together. This was it. “Anyway, it’s been a lot of work putting this all together. I think it wouldn’t cost you anything to at least listen to me for a little bit. That’s all you have to do. Sit there on the comfortable couch and listen to me as I speak.”

“I... can do that...”

“Great. You’re a good girl, aren’t you? It’s not hard to listen to me, sit in the relaxing couch, and listen to me, and sit in the couch, and listen to me, and watch the pen, and relax, and listen to my words. In fact, you’re doing it already, listening to my words and nothing else. Great job. It’s not difficult to simply listen to what I’m saying, and follow my instructions—”

She had her now. Satori prattled on like that, with the monotonous, consistent cadence of a sped-up deer scarer — for one who spoke littlem, it was hard work, but she only had to keep up the constant stream of words for a scant five minutes or so. Satori felt as much as she saw the slowly congealing mass of thoughts take a particular shape she was plenty familiar with: the strange combination of focus and relaxation, plus absence of structured thought that indicated a hypnotic trance. She finally paused, biting her lip and restraining an unladylike noise. Even in a trance, people's minds were not totally defenseless — at least not at this stage. Anything unexpected or out of place, like, say, a moan, was liable to knock her out of it.


“Sanae. Can you hear me?”

“Yes.” Her voice was faint but clear, her eyes unfocused. In this state, mind-reading was usually not too helpful: in a trance, the disconnect between what formed in people’s brains and what came out of their mouth was small. Usually.

“Will you listen to what I say?”

“Yes. I’m a good girl. I’ll listen.”

Satori paused momentarily. She’d seen those words floating around in Sanae’s head, so she’d mentioned them, but to say them out loud... Something was significant here, for it to come up during a trance. Something to worry about later.

“Sanae. Why do you not want to come to therapy?”

The answer was instant. “You’d have to be insane to trust a satori with your innermost thoughts and problems.”

Satori frowned. She knew this was the general opinion, of course, but hearing it out loud was still vexing. Overturning it entirely might take years of work, and she didn’t have years. She did inescapably had to instill a base level of trust to have any room to work with at all, but sidestepping the issue was possible.

“Sanae. We’ve worked together for a year.” ‘Worked together’ was a stretch, they’d barely met. Still, it was technically true.

“Yes.”

“In that time, I’ve never once given the Moriya Shrine any trouble.”

Sanae took some seconds to respond. “...Once, Okuu destroyed our Torii.”

Satori felt the stab of an ugly emotion stab her guts and clench her teeth. This girl was using Okuu’s pet name, and Okuu was only one person’s pet. She would remember this. “Okuu is not I. I’ve never once given the Moriya Shrine any trouble.”

“You haven’t.”

“I’m a professional. When it comes to work, I’m serious and trustworthy.” That was a good enough connection. Sanae wasn’t involved when her own raven was threatening to cleanse the world in nuclear fire, so hopefully she wouldn’t remember that little oopsie. “Say it, please. ‘Satori is serious and trustworthy when it comes to work.’”

“Satori is serious and trustworthy when it comes to work.”

“It’s true. I’m proud of it, too. Repeat it once more.” It even was true. Unfortunately for Sanae, Satori didn’t consider this whole therapy exercise work.

“Satori is serious and trustworthy when it comes to work.”

“Good.” She saw the concept solidifying in her head, somewhat. It’d be enough. She moved on. “In therapy, the therapist works for the betterment of the patient. Always.”

“Yes.”

“A therapist doesn’t divulge information about her patient or—” Satori swallowed nervously “—or take advantage of the trust placed in them. A therapist is a trustworthy person.”

“Yes.” The thought had come very naturally to the forefront, and Satori glimpsed it as it emerged in her mind. Sanae had naturally high trust in authority, it seemed. Most normal humans did. This would be effective.

“I’ve worked very hard to become a therapist. I’m serious about it. I’m serious about work. I’m a therapist. I’m trustworthy as a therapist.” Sanae nodded along with the droning monologue, the web of ideas fixating visibly in her mind. Satori shuddered a bit. Even wielding this little power was enough to... no, nevermind. This was not the time. “Will you come back next week and let me begin my work?”

“No.”

Satori frowned, sweeping a stray strand of hair from her face in frustration. What now? “Why?”

“I don’t need therapy. I’m fine.”

As she said it, Satori perceived it right away that it was a flimsy lie: to tell such a lie in a trance meant only one thing. It was a lie she told herself, and a well-entrenched one at that. She’d barely scratched the surface of this girl’s mind and she was already tying herself up in knots and issues, what an annoyance. Orin and Okuu were like one-piece jigsaw puzzles in comparison. Were all human teenage girls this irritating?


[ ] Satori reinforced how pleasant the experience had been, so she’d want to come back. And it had been, she’d made sure of it.
[ ] Satori reminded her of how Kanako herself had ordered this, and appealed to her sense of duty.
[ ] Satori explained how she could in fact greatly benefit from her help, and how she did need it.

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Let’s just say the write-in option is always there.
Also, I should be explicit and tell you that I don’t have a carefully planned story here: I’m gonna put a choice whenever I think there’s something significant worth choosing, and just see where it goes. It might end up with some totally pointless choices that change nothing, if I fuck up, or it might end up with Kanako lopping off Satori’s head, or any kind of thing in between. It’s all freeform and for fun on my end.
Also also, don't expect me to keep up this update speed for very long. I'm not participating in no nanowrimo shenanigans.
Also also also, I started writing before that last vote came in, sorry.
Also also also also, how hungry are you guys for ero? I can put a Satori masturbation scene in here, ya kno, for fun. We're probably not gonna get to anything substantial for a while with Sanae.

[x] Satori reminded her of how Kanako herself had ordered this, and appealed to her sense of duty.

Anon with the last vote here. I'm cool. Heck, unless I'm mistaken, I had only brought it to a tie, at which point I'd leave the results in your hands, anyway. And generally, I'd rather you discard my vote than your writing.

On the subject of ero, the original author said to expect a slow burn. Following in part from this, my personal preference is that you take the story where you feel appropriate, inserting lewd bits only as they become natural for it's progression. If this means an extended period with little sexuality, so be it.

[X] Satori reinforced how pleasant the experience had been, so she’d want to come back. And it had been, she’d made sure of it.

As for lewds, my two cents would be that anyone who was interested in the first place can probably keep in in their pants while waiting for things to start up, given the premise. If you wanted to do something early, I'd say use it as a measuring stick. Are people interested in futa Satori, like was potentially on the table? What fantasies would they vote for Satori to have while masturbating, possibly made reality later? Things like that. Test the waters for if influencing Sanae works out. Might spur ideas for how to nudge things. If you don't have an overarching plot, after all, you mostly just have anon's whims as a compass; mightn't hurt to see where they think north's at.

[X] Satori explained how she could in fact greatly benefit from her help, and how she did need it.

Just put me down for non-stop, no-holds-barred butch lesbian rectum wrecking please.

But like seriously...I'd prefer if lewds were more liberal than not. I'm all for a natural plot progression and CONSEQUENCES in my CYOAs, but don't like...put the pussy on a pedestal. Know what I'm sayin?

[X] Satori reminded her of how Kanako herself had ordered this, and appealed to her sense of duty.

Appealing to authority is the way to go until Sanae mentions something to said authority. Just need to win her over before that happens.

Also, just write whatever you want. Certainly no rush for ero considering the OP warns it'll be slow-going.

[X] Satori reminded her of how Kanako herself had ordered this, and appealed to her sense of duty.

I think that this will get through Sanae's barriers the fastest, after all Sanae is a good girl

[X] Ask if she'd be more comfortable flipping over and lying on her stomach.
-Masturbate to the thought of fucking the young girl senseless.

[x] Just a teeny tiny suggestion, for a bit of fun. It didn’t invalidate the help she was providing.
　[x] Sanae would call her "master" when they were alone.

We could consider trying to have her think of us when/if she masturbates, but until we can count on her silence, that sounds like a bad idea. Getting her to depend on us for climax would be far more than a tiny suggestion.

Based on the language, I assume that such a vote would be purely 'for fun', rather than intended to address any practical concerns. I don't know exactly how small it's supposed to be, however, and this could be amended to something like "she doesn't find the idea strange/resists the idea less".

Nothing unusual about that. We're just... helping get get her in the right frame of mind. Other possibilities I'd considered involved her stripping out of her underwear when alone with us, loosening her dress when alone with us, cuddling us, barking or meowing to some stimuli (possibly a command), experiencing arousal when we called her a "good girl", and being more comfortable around certain toys or physical restraints (collars/leashes, especially).

So if any of you all wanted to suggest something different, but couldn't think of anything, there you go. (Comment was deleted and reuploaded because I realized I'd left in a wonky line.)

[x] Just a teeny tiny suggestion, for a bit of fun. It didn’t invalidate the help she was providing.
-[x]So, eyes. Windows to the soul. Look in someone's eyes and its sort of like you can see inside of someone and see their true self laid bare. That's kind of sexy, right.

Subliminal eyeball fetish. Two eyes good, three eyes better. And Satori has tentacles attached to her extra eyes, so that's even better.

>>40012

That's a bit too on the nose innit? If you want to go that route, It might be better to start off with something a bit more indirect. Like...putting in a pleasure/happiness trigger for when she dutifully obeys someone.

Ya know...like a good girl would.

[X] Just a teeny tiny suggestion, for a bit of fun. It didn’t invalidate the help she was providing.
-[X] Good girls do as they're told, because it makes them happy. Sanae, you're a good girl; following orders makes you happy, doesn't it? Of course it does. Didn't it always?

I do agree it's far too forward to try and get her calling Satori master, or even to instill fetishes. This seems like the sort of thing she can rationalize away as therapy being helpful, while broadening her servility in useful ways.

Switch >>40011 to >>40016

That's pretty good.

>>40012 here.

I quite like >>40016, so while I doubt it'll be necessary at this point, I'm switching my vote to it, too.

BONUS
Satori's notes, session 1:

Subject: Kochiya Sanae

Prior knowledge: Shrine maiden for the Moriya Shrine. Has god blood in her. Orin tells me she's kind of an airhead and readily shows everything she's feeling and thinking on her face (not that that's relevant to me). Showed up with her shrine a year and something back, a little while before the underground got unsealed. I met her once or twice during that time, but only for brief practical business; I hardly remember it.

Notes from session 1:
- Rather dutiful. Responds favourably to authority.
- Strong attachment to a concept: "Good Girl". Not sure precisely what that entails for her yet. Investigate. Possibly simply praise-hungry.
- Hostile to satori, as usual, but not so much that she won't work with me, if I twist things around a little. Work on this?
- Slightly higher-than-average susceptibility to trance. High responsiveness during trance.
- Liked Lily. Lily liked her, too.
- High neuroticism. Mind continually circled back to problems and duties she ought to be fulfilling at the start of our chat. Although, maybe it was just the situation stressing her out. Managed to relax her after some time.
- Would look good in a collar, leashed.
- Relationship with goddesses and shrine likely to be major driving force. Investigate.
- Calls Okuu Okuu. Investigate!
- Although she was strongly dutiful and responded well to praise, asking whether she enjoyed fulfilling Kanako's tasks was a flat negative. I don't get it just yet.

Ongoing suggestions:
- Gave her a little push in understanding that I take work very seriously. In matters related to our work together, she'll generally trust me.
- Believes Kanako wanted her to come down here for some months at least. She will return.
- (Weak) effect to make her feel happy and fulfilled upon following orders.

Quick question not-OP writing guy; who's got a dick in your version of the story? OP mentioned futa in the pilot update.

Wait a tick...how do you have the same trip as OP if you ain't OP?

>>40037
Let's just say Satori has temporary dick-growing magicks. Mostly she'll have one since she'll be the dominant one, but I'm not ruling out the reverse. I'm not writing any futa on futa though.

>>40038
I asked teruyo to change it for me so I could use the update function.

>>40039

Got it.

[X] She dealt with it herself.

Try to hold off on powerfucking the pets as long as possible.

[X] She dealt with it herself.

Just a little something to temper the libido. Best not to create the volatile mixture of temptation and abstinence in the delicate preparatory phases. Satori needs to be on her game until Sanae is more vulnerable.

[x] She called for Orin.

Whats the point of having pets if you aren't going to use their best tricks?

[X] Koishi side

Not bad. Though, separating thoughts using minutes kinda breaks immersion. My advice would be to give separate thoughts their own paragraph and try to work in some filler/fluff to give readers a sense that some small amount of time has passed, rather than outright saying it.

>Honestly, horny me is an idiot.

Guess this universal truth applies even to youkai.

I thought the length was appropriate for just a masturbation session to work off some lust. Her mind jumps to the fun details and doesn't putz around.

[x] Orin side

[X] Sanae side

I enjoyed it, and it was what it needed to be. A tiding bit of fun to show the ideas running in her head and keep her focused for next time. Lengthening it could easily be a matter of adding in more characters and complexity, giving more to describe.

[x] Orin side

I kind of want to see how Sanae fares, but I also want to see Satori's realm from another angle.

[X] Sanae side

Not bad for a first try at porn, I think I'm going to enjoy this story greatly

[X] come out with the 'hypno' part of hypnotherapy, and tell Sanae all about it. Keeping it a secret long-term was never the plan, anyway.
-[X] Enlist Orin's help to prepare a 'staged' hypnotherapy exhibition where we assure Sanae the induced subject can't be made to do things they wouldn't normally do.

Obviously this isn't true. I once saw a performing hypnotist/magician make a girl masturbate on stage in front of people when I was deployed to Al Dhafra. Pretty sure it wasn't set-up beforehand either cuz she was crying about it afterwards.

[X] come out with the 'hypno' part of hypnotherapy, and tell Sanae all about it. Keeping it a secret long-term was never the plan, anyway.
-[X] Enlist Orin's help to prepare a 'staged' hypnotherapy exhibition where we assure Sanae the induced subject can't be made to do things they wouldn't normally do.

Regardless of whether or not it's bullshit, it should assuage any concerns.

[x] attempt to steer the session towards talking about Sanae's problems and worries, like a proper therapist.

If you want to assuage concerns, just do your job proper. It also might expose a few mental weaknesses to exploit later.

[x] attempt to steer the session towards talking about Sanae's problems and worries, like a proper therapist.

I think coming out with it is a good idea, but now may not be the best time. Let's make sure she understands the value of our therapy as a whole, first.

[x] attempt to steer the session towards talking about Sanae's problems and worries, like a proper therapist.

Hypnotism sucks unless it's done to Alice

Oh, the slow and plot-like option wins?
That's interesting.

[x] attempt to steer the session towards talking about Sanae's problems and worries, like a proper therapist.

Did i miss the voting then?

[X] Stick to the plan and do her job properly before anything else.

I am feeling cautious for some reason, almost like I am sensing a trap even though this is unlikely for Sanae. Strange

[X] Stick to the plan and do her job properly before anything else.

Need to cross examine Orin before continuing this.

[X] Stick to the plan and do her job properly before anything else.

Work now and strangle Orin later.

Sorry lads, finals and projects and whatnot this week and the next. I might manage one update in the meantime but I'll pick up in full again only in january.

It's been two months since January ended. Please, anonymous writer, know that I enjoyed your story and looked forward to its continuation. I hope you have not given up on this this entirely.

And yes, I am bumping this thread solely to say that.