Hailey's Hypno Breasts

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.

"We figure that now that you're an adult, you can take care of yourself," Reese responded. "We're not going right away, and we won't leave you helpless, of course. Sally is going to take a week or so to fully scout out a couple dungeons, and we're going to need to make a final decision on which one to delve, and then it'll take some time to make final arrangements. Probably a month? And we won't sell the place right away; you'll be able to live here until you're Tier 1. We'll give you some money for food and such, and we'll pay for college as well, even if it won't be a proper education like you'd get at a dungeon school. We'll have someone stop by to check on you now and then too."

Was this because I was focusing on Charisma and had no plans to ever set foot in a dungeon? That was the only thing I had ever really clashed with them on, and they had generally been extremely supporting otherwise. I struggled to wrap my head around my parents leaving me on my own several years before I expected them to. I didn't realize just how much must have been showing on my face until Stacy put her hand in mine under the table and squeezed lightly. I squeezed back, glad to have her support.

"I uh," my voice shook slightly, "I hope getting back into delving goes well for you." What else could I say? Their minds were clearly made up, and nothing I could say, aside from maybe repenting of my dungeon-avoiding ways, would change their minds. Besides... wasn't this a good thing? They were always going after me about my planned life path, and now I wouldn't have to put up with that anymore! I'd finally be free and independent!

I wiped my eyes of some moisture that somehow got in there. Aside from a few logistical matters around my parents' departure and my remaining time at Tier 0, the breakfast was filled with an awkward silence that my mother's amazing cooking barely reduced.

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After breakfast, Stacy lingered for a little while, and we went back to my room to avoid my parents.

"Are you okay?" Stacy asked with a concerned look. "I know you have a complicated relationship with your parents-"

I cut her off. "I'm fine. I always knew that they'd go back into dungeon delving at some point, so it happening a bit earlier than expected isn't a big deal. If anything, it's a good thing! I won't have to deal with their constant nagging over how I allocate my stats and skills!"

Stacy smiled. "That's true! You'll have this place to yourself as well!"

A thought occurred to me, and I forced a smile. "And hey, maybe with them gone, people will be willing to actually talk to me again."

"That's true, people won't be intimidated by them and their demands anymore." Stacy had a thoughtful look that suddenly took a concerned note. "Betsy might be a problem though."

I shuddered, but I couldn't deny that Stacy had a point. Betsy had been a thorn in my side my entire life, and I suspected that if it weren't for my parents' intimidation, she'd have done far worse bullying than the insults I regularly received from her. She was the first daughter of the Baron of our space habitat, which gave her a lot of status and probably the confidence to pick on me despite who my parents were. I knew that my parents and the Baron had had a contentious relationship throughout my life.

Betsy had the advantages of social standing and political influence, while I only had my parents' brute strength. With my parents leaving, Betsy might decide to take the gloves off, and that could end badly. I had witnessed what she had done to some of our peers over the years who didn't have powerful parents to back them.

While I ruminated on the potential dangers of Betsy, Stacy's face had shifted to a familiar mischievous one. "I guess that means you'll need to use your new magic boobs to bring her to heel before your parents leave then."

"Wait, what?" I sputtered. The idea certainly appealed to me and my libido, but that seemed a bit ambitious to try to make into reality.

"Oh don't try and tell me you wouldn't like having her under your control. She should kneel and lick you to orgasm as penance for all the times she's been cruel to you and others."

I slapped Stacy affectionately on her arm. "And how would I even manage that? We don't know the full limits of my skill, but I do know that trying to use it on someone that it doesn't work on could be catastrophic, especially if it's someone like Betsy with the ability to meaningfully retaliate."

Stacy looked thoughtful. "Well, for one thing I think she's going to go at you with everything she's got, so there's not really any risk to trying; she's not going to be able to go after you harder than she already will. She's the same Tier and Level as you, and I'm pretty sure her one skill is [Charm Aura], which doesn't have any defensive applications against non-aura skills as far as I know. I'm pretty sure she's put pretty much every point into Charisma, so her Wisdom is probably 0 or close to it.

"With all that in mind, I'd bet that if you can use your [Hypnotic Breasts] on me, which you clearly can, then you should be able to use them on her, too. We should be certain though, so that means we'll need to get you a few more levels in that skill first, just to be safe."

"And how would you suggest going about that?" I challenged, but I was afraid I already knew the answer.

"Oh, you just leave that to me," Stacy promised. Her answer just increased my worries, but I let it go. I knew that Stacy liked to push and could be a bit rambunctious at times, but she also had good judgement and was extremely loyal.

"Alright, fine, don't push it too much though."

"Oh I think you'll enjoy the results."

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The next day, I unfortunately had to go back to school. Going to school after each of my stat allocations had felt a little weird, especially the first time, but that feeling was multiplied significantly now that I had a new skill as well. I knew that now that I was over 18, I would be hit by the full force of some skills that had barely affected me before. I also knew that people would be paying attention for any sign of what my new Skill might be, although I also knew that they were highly unlikely to guess correctly. Stacy and I had looked online but couldn't find a single reference to my [Hypnotic Breasts], which suggested that it might be completely new.

I knew that new skills and even classes appeared from time to time, but it was very rare. Such new skills and classes tended to be somewhat unbalanced when they first appeared, with future versions being somewhat weaker than the original. Therefore, I hoped that I was indeed the first person to get the skill, since that could give me a significant advantage. It might even be enough to overcome the issues of mind control abilities at higher tiers, although Stacy seemed oddly confident that it wasn't an issue. It was a bit difficult for me to not push for more information from her on that, but I trusted her and respected her, so I controlled myself.

In my first class of the day, Chemistry, I noticed that I seemed to be getting a bit more attention than usual from my classmates. That was particularly obvious with my lab partner, Dana, who usually refused to even look at me more than necessary. She was one of Betsy's lackies, so I usually accommodated that, but unfortunately neither of us had any choice in who our lab partner was.

When I sat down, everything seemed normal at first. Dana was cute, with freckles and medium-length brown hair. Like usual, she avoiding any eye contact with me and focused on her phone until class started. However, just a few minutes after we started working on the experiment for the day, I noticed that she was avoiding looking at me a bit less than normal. I didn't say anything, not wanting to disrupt the peace.

It didn't take me long to realize that she was sneaking glances at my cleavage. Once I realized that, I smiled. I had always been attracted to Dana, and at times I had fantasized about seducing her away from Betsy. Now, some part of my fantasy seemed to becoming real.

I suspected this new attention was probably coming from my [Hypnotic Breasts]. The description had mentioned a minor entrancing effect from looking at my cleavage, which Stacy and I had speculated might be similar to a weak but focused Charm Aura. That was how Stacy had described the effects when we tested it on her, anyway, but it was still hard to be certain with a sample size of one. Regardless, I enjoyed the new attention, at least from Dana.

The attention was a bit less welcome from others, though. My next class had me sitting next to Eric, a geeky and slightly creepy guy that I unfortunately had to sit next to in Calculus. I couldn't actually be sure that his attention was due to my skill, since I frequently caught him looking before as well; however, it did seem more frequent today. That could just be the stat points in Charisma, though. On the bright side, if he ever did actually try something, I was pretty sure that I could melt his brain with my new skill. That thought put a smile on my lips, which he unfortunately misinterpreted.

"Happy to see you too, Hailey."

"Ugh."

The teachers didn't act any differently at all, but that wasn't really surprising. This was a secondary effect of a Tier 0 ability. It would have been far more surprising if it had affected the Tier 2 and Tier 3 teachers. More notably, my classmates who were younger than me and therefore still counted as underage, also didn't seem affected at all. That was a bit surprising, since so far the secondary effect seemed like a watered-down and more focused version of [Charm Aura]. [Charm Aura] was a very well-known ability with well-documented effects. Its effects were significantly reduced on the underage, but not completely eliminated, while my [Hypnotic Breasts] seemed to be completely ineffective on the underage. In retrospect though, that wasn't too surprising. My skill was more inherently sexual, and inherently sexual skills seemed to be more harshly restricted by the System when it came to the underage.

To my delight, when saw Betsy in the class I had with her, she was clearly very affected by my skill. Unfortunately, now that I was over 18, that went both ways, and I was immediately pulled in by her [Charm Aura]. It was suddenly harder to focus on anything other than how gorgeous and charming she was. Her perfect, symmetrical face had no blemishes, and her makeup drew the attention straight to the eyes before leading down to her perfectly seductive lips. Her luscious platinum blonde hair cascaded down her back. Before, she had been hot; now, she was a walking wet dream that made my pussy leak just from looking at her. Perhaps the [Charm Aura] had a bit of a weakness though. Those emotions just riled up my fantasies, and I found myself wanting to make her kneel and serve more than ever.

"Oh, look it's the hippo-face," Betsy greeted me as she came in. "Those points you put in Charisma over the weekend seem to have somehow made you even uglier." Her insults stung as usual, although they were belied by the fact that she couldn't seem to look away from my cleavage.

Thankfully, her harsh words made it easier to shake off the effects of her [Charm Aura]. "Funny, since you seem like you like what you see," I responded. "Maybe you're attracted to hippos?"

"In your dreams, bitch." Ah, charming as ever. "Say, I heard a little rumor," Betsy teased.

I decided not to dignify that with a response, not that I needed to bother. Dana was with Betsy and eagerly provided the response Betsy was fishing for. "Oh, what's that?"

This act was so transparent. Clearly Betsy wanted to lord something over me. She had done this song and dance several times, so it was rather familiar. Although... shit. If she found out about my parents leaving... this might actually be bad.

Betsy quickly confirmed my fears. "I heard that our vaunted, treasured local Tier 4 dungeon party was gearing up to leave and go back to the dungeons where they belong. One of them already left even! You wouldn't have heard anything like that, would you, Hailey?"

I gritted my teeth. "Where would you have heard anything like that?" I challenged. Maybe she didn't have a reliable source and was just fishing?

No such luck. "Oh, that boorish leader of theirs, Reese, stopped by to visit my wonderful father, the Baron, yesterday. The Baron even let me sit in on the conversation as part of my political training, and it was so interesting! It seems that Reese and his party are disappointed in their daughter, so they're going back to dungeon diving early! Isn't that just so sad?"

How I hated Betsy DeMonda. Instead of making her kneel, now I just wanted to punch her. Dana interjected helpfully. "How awful, what could their daughter have possibly done to disappoint her parents so much?"

"He didn't say it outright, but my guess is that it's because she's so ugly and useless, and the System's somehow isn't helping at all."

I was thankfully saved from any further torture by the bell ringing and class starting. Betsy turned and calmly walked to her seat on the opposite side of the room with a smirk.

In study hall later, I happily sat down next to Stacy, who greeted me with a wide smile. I couldn't help but stare into her lively blue eyes for a moment, and I was so happy to not need to hide my feelings for her anymore.

"So, I've got your first target to level your skill on," Stacy opened the conversation.

"Oh, who's that?" I asked. I wondered how she planned to help me level my skill without significant risk.

"You know Caitlin, right?" I nodded. Caitlin was a cute redheaded girl who was a bit nicer to me than most. Instead of avoiding me like the plague and trying to pretend I don't exist like most people, she was polite but distant when we crossed paths, never seeming to actively avoid me while never actively seeking me out. She was also friends with Stacy. I totally wasn't jealous at all that Stacy was able to have friends without her parents interfering and ruining things.