Hailey's Breathtaking Hypnotic Breasts Chapter 3
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Unfortunately, Stacy and I could only hide in my room for so long before the outside world intruded on our happy little bubble. It was hard to wrap my head around just how much our relationship had changed over the course of less than a day, but I couldn't be happier about it.
Just as Stacy professed her intentions to help me level my new skill as much as possible, suggestion. "Hailey, Stacy, we have breakfast ready if you're awake. Come on down, Level 18 is something to celebrate!" my father Travis casually called through the door. Of my parents, Travis was definitely the most easy-going.
"We're coming," I called through the door. I turned to Stacy and found that she was already getting dressed. I sighed, sad that the world outside had intruded on our happiness.
"Oh, don't you worry, Mistress, we'll find some time together again soon," Stacy promised.
I smiled as I began retrieving some clothes for the day as well. "I'll hold you to that."
"Maybe next time will be with an addition," Stacy boldly proclaimed. "We just need to decide who you should hypnotize."
I was again taken aback by just how eager she was for me to form a harem, but I couldn't complain. It excited me, and I was momentarily distracted with thoughts of who to try for first. Of course, I'd have to be careful about how I went about any of this, since trying and failing to use my [Hypnotic Breasts] on someone could get rather awkward at best. "Something to discuss later, I think," I told Stacy, swatting her lightly on her butt. She let out a happy sound and pressed into my end.
"Definitely, Mistress."
A few minutes later, we had both gotten dressed and brushed our hair. One of the benefits of investing in Charisma was that it didn't take much effort to get ready, even at only Tier 0. I caught myself almost applying deodorant out of habit, but now that my base Charisma was above 10 it wasn't necessary anymore. My newly boosted Charisma also meant that brushing my hair was even quicker than it had been previously, and I was looking forward to reaching high enough Charisma that that would be unnecessary as well.
Stacy also reapplied her makeup, shooting me a slightly apologetic look as she did. The makeup was a bit of a sore spot for me, since my parents wouldn't let me wear any. In their words, I "already have too high of a Charisma for my level" so I shouldn't bother with any items that would further increase it. The only magic item they let me have was a healing potion that they insisted I carry around. Sometimes Stacy would let me borrow her makeup and other items, but right before eating breakfast with my parents was definitely not the time for it. I might be an adult now, but I was still living with my parents and didn't want to pick a fight with them. Besides, it wasn't going to be long until I move out.
Before long, Stacy and I had joined my parents in the dining room. There was a large selection of breakfast foods available at the center of the table where most of my parents were eating, but I quickly noticed someone missing. "Where's Mama Sally?" I asked. It was extremely rare for any of my parents to miss any meals or events involving me. We might have our differences at times, but that had always stood out to me.
My genetic father Reese ignored my question, instead jumping straight into our main disagreement. "So, I see you focused on Charisma again. I don't suppose you picked a skill that would do you any good in a dungeon?"
I winced. I knew that this might get heated, especially if Reese was the one instigating it. While he was generally the least abrasive of my parents when dealing with people outside the family, he was also the most passionate about trying to guide my development in what they considered a more dungeon-diving appropriate direction. They completely refused to acknowledge that there were prominent dungeon divers with a Charisma focus, particularly healers and supports, but I never pushed too hard on that because I didn't actually plan to ever set foot in a dungeon; it was hard to seriously argue in favor of my potential future in dungeon diving with a straight face.
"That's correct," I answered brusquely. I knew that there wasn't anything I could say to mitigate the rapidly approaching argument, so I didn't try.
However, he surprised me by simply scoffing. "As expected. Nothing we can do about it now. As for where your mother is, she's out scouting the next dungeon we're going to delve."
"Huh? You're all going delving again?" I hadn't been expecting that. My parents were completely obsessed with dungeon diving, keeping that as the main focus of their lives, but because of the way the System worked with Species levels only going up once a year, and all other skills and classes being capped at the Species level, they hit a limit every century or so where their skills and classes couldn't keep leveling. When that happened, they took a break for a few decades to have a child together. I knew from my older siblings that my parents would probably get back into dungeon diving when I reached Tier 1, but that was still seven years away.
"Yes we are. I'm looking forward to burning monsters again," my mother Fiona responded, a small fireball swirling in her open palm. She was a bit of a pyromaniac that probably shouldn't be allowed on a space habitat, but she was Tier 4 and no one could really kick her off the station. At least she hadn't started any fires in over a year.
"I uh, thought it would be a little longer before you'd be getting back into it," I said, confused.