Haileys Hypno Breasts Ch 04

Hailey's Breathtaking Hypnotic Breasts Chapter 4

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Hailey's Breathtaking Hypnotic Breasts Chapter 4

After my last class of the day finally ended, I hurried to the main entrance of the school, where students were raucously grouping up and using the school's teleporters to leaver. As usual, I was mostly ignored by my peers as I bypassed the teleporters and walked out the main entrance doors. Both Stacy's family and my own had teleporters in our homes, but we lived close enough to the school that it was usually more convenient to bypass the rush for the teleporters by simply walking. Both our families tended to avoid using teleporters to get around the station anyway, so we were used to it. In my parents' case, that was because they had to since they were Tier 4 and couldn't use most of the station's Tier 3 and below public teleporters. Stacy's mother had always dodged the question when asked but made occasional generic comments about it being nice to take a walk, which I did agree with.

As I stepped out of the school, I took a deep breath of the freshest air on the station, another reason to skip the teleporters. I heard the birds in the park that the school was situated at the edge of and enjoyed the slight breeze that blew. Passing through the gate between the schoolyard and the park proper, I idly noticed that I didn't recognize the security guard today. A quick System inspection informed me that he was Tier 2, which was normal for a lower level officer in station security, although that still represented a huge breadth of possible power range. Sometimes I wished the System would tell me more than a person's Tier, but unfortunately it wouldn't do that until I was an equivalent tier myself or if I got an appropriate inspection Skill.

Just a little inside the park, still in sight of the school gate and the security guard, was a bench that overlooked a small pond with a fountain. This was the usual place that Stacy and I would meet up after school, but before I managed to sit down, I noticed Stacy rushing through the gate with a broad smile that I couldn't help but return. I also couldn't help but appreciate the way that her breasts bounced as she jogged towards me.

Unfortunately, the mood was quickly soured before we could even say a word to each other as Betsy and her current boytoy followed shortly behind her at a more sedate pace.

Sadly, Betsy lived in the same neighborhood as Stacy and I did, so she tended to walk the same path through the park for the same reasons. Most of the time, we wouldn't have to interact with her, and the times that we ended up exiting close enough to need to acknowledge her, we would usually exchange a few curt words and walk with a deliberate distance between us. However, I had a sinking feeling that today might be different after the encounter in class earlier.

As Betsy approached, I felt Betsy's [Charm Aura] beginning to affect me, and I couldn't help but stare hungrily at her perfect tan skin, pretty blue eyes, luscious blonde hair, and bountiful cleavage. It didn't help that even without [Charm Aura], she was objectively beautiful, and always had been. A fire ignited in my core, and her kissable lips called to me, at least until fowl excrement left them as she spoke. Her mocking words partially broke the effect, and made the what was left much easier to ignore. The effect wasn't completely broken though, and I couldn't help picturing her face, nice and blank, using those lips to much better effect between my thighs.

"Ah, Ken, aren't you looking forward to the day that the hippo over here doesn't have her parents' skirts to hide behind?" Betsy prompted him.

At Betsy's prompting, Ken pulled his attention away from Betsy's gorgeous, fuckable body, seemingly with some difficulty. Once he finally tore his gaze away from her, he leered at me briefly before fixating on my cleavage. Clearly, resisting mental effects wasn't Ken's strong suit. His extremely musclebound body and status as the wrestling team captain gave some hints of where he might be investing his stat points.

"Oh yeah, when they're finally gone, I'll be able to beat you up until your face is black and blue, and then maybe I'll toss you out an airlock," Ken threatened.

As he spoke, a cold chill came over me and sank into my bones, striking pure fear into me. I recognized the feeling as a significantly weaker version of my father's [Intimidate] skill, which he had used on me once during a particularly bad fight with them. Thankfully, he had never used it on me since, and it had left me a quivering mess for hours after. And that was with the effect being significantly weakened by my status as underage at the time. Compared to that, this was nothing. I couldn't help the fear that raced through me, but that experience allowed me to not be overly affected by it.

The fact that his threats were unrealistically extreme made it even easier to shrug it off. Even putting aside his guaranteed execution by my parents' hand if he actually followed through on that, his relationship with Betsy probably wouldn't even be enough to protect him from the legal consequences.

Apparently Betsy agreed with me. She pulled her eyes from my breasts to look at Ken, and pulled him back. "Babe," she hissed at him, probably louder than intended. "Way too far. I want her scared, not her parents coming after you. Threats on her life might even pull her parents back after they leave." Then she noticed his gaze and slapped him. "And stop looking at her boobs."

Her slap snapped him out of it, and as his [Intimidate] wore off, I couldn't help but grin. This was a rare victory with the evil bitch. I glanced to my side and saw that Stacy wore a similar grin. "I think her plan might have backfired a bit," she whispered.

"Well, that's what she gets for putting a crucial part of it on that idiot," I retorted. Ken had clearly never even considered putting any points into Intelligence, which was a shame. Even one point would have at least put him at the upper end of intelligence before the System, which would've solved his chronic idiocy at least. Although I really shouldn't complain, since it was to my benefit here.

"Sorry, babe," Ken muttered, focused on Betsy again after the slap.

"Now, since I don't want you to be a blood spatter on the wall or tossed out an airlock yourself, apologize to her. If she tells her parents what you just said, you are dead," Betsy scolded him, clearly doing damage control.

Ken looked reluctant, and I could tell that apologizing didn't come naturally to him. Betsy also looked furious at having to apologize to me, even at a remove. He looked back to me and tried to make eye contact, but his gaze was quickly pulled back down again. "Uh, I guess I'm sorry. I won't toss you out an airlock."

Since I wasn't very interested in escalating things and not really threatened by his clumsy threat in the first place, I was ready to accept that apology, if unenthusiastic. Stacy knew me too well though, and cut me off. "That doesn't sound very apologetic to me," she scolded. "Besides, I think Betsy should apologize, too. She's clearly the one who put you up to it." Stacy wore a triumphant grin as she spoke, and I couldn't help but fall a bit more in love with her right then as she stood up for me. Oh shit, did I say love? No, she was just extremely gorgeous in that moment, that's all.

Betsy gritted her teeth. "Fine. I'm sorry," she spat out. "Ken's sorry too, he's just bad at expressing it."

If it were just me, I'd have left it at that. Stacy, however, clearly thought she could push this a bit further. "I think you need to do something to make it clear just how sorry you are."

"Like hell," Betsy retorted. "You're already pushing it, Akins."

"Oh I don't know. If Hailey and I were to tell her parents about this encounter, every detail of it, do you think they'd believe that you're really sorry after threatening her life? At the very least, I'm sure they'd show up at your manor in force to make a point to your daddy. They might decide to simply kill you, as a threat to her life. Even if you got resurrected afterwards, that would still be unpleasant, but you know you can't count on resurrection with them involved. You know that your daddy can't stop them if they get upset enough, and a threat to her life is probably enough to do that."

Everything Stacy said was true, which was why I wasn't going to be mentioning this to my parents. I didn't want them solving my problems for me, since them sticking their nose into my problems to do that had ruined my social life from early on. It was honestly a little weird that Betsy felt safe to bully me at all after the history there, but we both knew that her father was enough to keep my parents at bay for minor bullying if I ever did tell them, so long as she was careful to not go too far. He was the Baron after all, and harming him or his family would have consequences, even for my parents. A threat to my life was clearly over the line where they'd be willing to accept those consequences though. And while I didn't fully understand the details, a threat to my life might even be enough for them to be able to reduce or eliminate many of those potential consequences anyway.

Betsy let out a very unattractive and unfeminine growl that helped further reduce her [Charm Aura]'s effects. "Fine, what will it take to keep this from getting to them?"

Stacy's triumphant grin was gorgeous. She was a handful at times, but she was my handful, and seeing her making life difficult for someone who came after me was beautiful. I just hoped it wouldn't backfire, as many of her schemes had over the years.

"Your earrings," she demanded.

"What?" Betsy sputtered. "Ugh, fine. I'll get new ones." She quickly took them off and handed them over.

"Thank you." Stacy smiled faux-sweetly. "Now, go."

Betsy quickly turned to leave. She dragged Ken with her, who had started staring at my breasts again and needed another slap from Betsy to get him to stop. While I didn't appreciate the stares from Ken, I did appreciate stealing the attention from Betsy and annoying her. Reflecting on the encounter as they left, it was a bit comforting to realize that if Ken ever did try to follow through on that threat of his, simply pulling my shirt off ought to be a highly effective method of self-defense if the extent of his susceptibility to just the passive effect was anything to go by. Clearly wanting to avoid further conflict, Betsy steered the two on them onto a more roundabout path rather than the direct one to the neighborhood.

Before I could turn back to Stacy, I was distracted by a notification.

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Skill Leveled Up!

[Hypnotic Breasts] is now Level 5

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While I was distracted, Stacy slipped behind me, pushed my hair out of the way, and pressed the earrings to my ears. I felt a brief pain in each ear as the earrings magically pierced the skin and attached themselves. "Here, these are yours now," Stacy told me after attaching them.

"What? But you know my parents, they'll be pissed!"

"Nah, you'll be fine," Stacy responded confidently. "They're past that now. Remember, I was there when they told you that they're leaving, Hailey. I saw how they were acting. I've witnessed a few of your fights with them over the years too. From how they were acting on Saturday, they've given up on trying to influence your development. That's why they asked about your skill before they abruptly told you they were leaving, but they didn't try to scold you when you told them it was Charisma focused. They were getting final confirmation before announcing that they're leaving, but they've given up.

"If you show up wearing those earrings now, they're just going to shake their heads and maybe give a token resistance, but that's it. Besides, you're legally an adult now. That might not mean much when it comes to how much influence they have over you since they're practically above the law, at least on this small station, but it does mean something, and I think it's why they're okay with going back to dungeon diving early."

Her words forced me to examine what how my parents generally acted about my build, how they had acted on previous level-up days, and how they reacted the other day. After mulling that over for a few moments, I had to admit that Stacy had a point.

Another point of what she said stuck out at me though. "Are you saying that my choice to focus on Charisma is why they decided to leave early?"

Stacy's face looked at me sympathetically, but she didn't avoid the question. "I'm sorry, Hailey, I can tell you have mixed feelings about them leaving and this will hurt, but yes, that is why they're leaving. I think that if you had told them your skill was more physically-focused, they might have changed their plans, last minute as that would've been."

Stacy paused for a moment while I digested that. A lot of emotions washed over me. Pain, sadness, anger. I didn't regret my choices though. Dungeon diving was not for me, and I had no particular interest in major physical feats. Social encounters interested me much more, and part of me hoped that investing in Charisma might help my struggling social life. It hadn't so far, but with my parents leaving and my upcoming fresh start in college after I graduated from high school, I still held out hopes. Finally, anger rose to the top. "Fuck them, then," I declared.

Stacy pressed in to hug me tightly, and I eagerly returned the hug. My eyes got moist somehow, and Stacy wiped the moisture away for me.

"I'm here for you. Anything you need, anytime," she assured me quietly. She squeezed me tightly, and I squeezed back. After a few moments when I started to pull back slightly, she continued, "Their prejudice against Charisma is so dumb anyway. I know you have no intentions of ever going into a dungeon again, but if their goal is for you to follow their footsteps and become an elite dungeon diver like them, it is absolutely possible to get a strong combat capable class with a Charisma-focused build and skills, so their entire perspective makes no sense anyway. But that aside, focus on what makes sense for you. It's better to choose the stats and skills that you are most invested in that work for you, than to try to optimize for some person's idea of the theoretical best build for a particular career."

I squeezed her tightly again and didn't want to let go. After a bit, my thoughts turned back to the encounter we had just gotten out of, and I finally managed to internalize that I now had an actual Charisma item of my very own! Before then, I had worn Stacy's makeup a few times, but now I had something that was actually mine. The fact that the earrings had been taken from Betsy made it even sweeter. There was just one last concern. Did they look good on me? Stat boosts weren't everything after all, and just because they looked good on Betsy didn't mean they'd look good on me.

As if reading my mind, Stacy told me, "Don't worry, they look beautiful on you. The sapphires on them complement your eyes. Honestly, I think they look better on you than on Betsy." She looked me right in the eyes as she said it, and I couldn't help but blush slightly. I pulled her into a soft kiss, and passionately returned it.

Far too quickly, she pulled back. "You know, with the way both Betsy and Ken were staring at your boobs, I think we could've just resolved that whole situation by just ripping your shirt off," she commented far too casually. Her mischievous grin gave her away though. She was up to something. I was glad she wasn't being entirely serious, since I wasn't ready to take such drastic action yet. What if it didn't work? What if someone noticed? We had been in a public park within sight of the station security officer at the school gate.

"Oh you'd like that, wouldn't you? We know you'd have been affected, too. You just wish I'd put you under."

Stacy let out a soft needy moan. "Oh yes, please, Mistress. Put me under, take control of me. You just need some planning and then you can put Betsy under your control too!" She kissed around my ear and whispered huskily, "Just imagine how good it will be to finally put her in her place. Have her make up for how awful of a person she's been. You can make her sing your praises, and think about how much fun it'll be to turn that pert ass of hers red to make her make up for how she's treated you.

"Then, no need to stop with her. You can have all the girls in school! Just think about that harem. Every girl who has ignored you or pushed you away, every girl you've ever had even a thought about. All yours."

Her words lit a fire in me, and I couldn't help but moan as I felt my core get wet. "Stacy," I breathed.

"Yes Mistress, you're the one in control." She then contradicted herself by pushing me against a tree and reaching under my shirt. Before long, her hands found my breasts under my shirt, and she went prettily blank as she fell back under my [Hypnotic Breasts]. I suppose it was convenient that just touching was enough, with no actual need to see them. The excitement almost let me forget that we were still in sight of the school and the security guard at the gate. Almost.

Reluctantly, I pushed her away. As her hands broke contact with my breasts, she regained her sense and pouted adorably.

"Well you're certainly needy, huh?"

"Yes, Mistress. I've been thinking about that all day."

"Well, we're still in public, within site of the school. And Caitlin's meeting us at your house, isn't she?"

"Fine," Stacy conceded with clear reluctance. "We should probably get going." She quickly recovered from her disappoint, and mischief filled her expression. "We need to add Caitlin as your next harem member after all."

Suddenly enthusiastic about getting moving, she slipped her hand into mine and pulled me down the path. "Speaking of Caitlin, what can you tell me about her? I've seen her around school but that's really it."

Stacy seemed thoughtful. "She's really nice and sweet, but she's not as fun as I am."

I chuckled. "Your level of chaos and mischief would be hard to match."

Stacy pouted. "You love that though," she asserted.

"Wouldn't have it any other way," I agreed. Stacy without her mischievousness just wouldn't be... Stacy.

We continued through the park in light conversation. It was similar to the many times we had walked the path over the years, but different, with a new closeness that hadn't been there before.

The birds sang, squirrels ran about, and the slight constant breeze was as pleasant as we walked. The school and our neighborhood were both in the same large chamber as the park, along with a few other amenities, with the park at the center. That allowed the neighborhood to feel a lot like it was on a planet in many ways. The air felt much more fresh than the rest of the station given the trees were in the same chamber, and the light was tailored to feel more natural.

Before long, we were approaching the gate that separated the park from the neighborhood. It was similar in appearance to the gate at the school, and oddly, the guard once again wasn't someone I recognized. They usually rotated the same dozen or so guards between all the gate duties, so I had come to recognize them all. Even more unusual, a quick check with the System revealed that this security officer was only Tier 1 rather than the more typical Tier 2 or occasional Tier 3 for this duty. Actually, this might be the first Tier 1 guard I had ever seen.

As we approached, it became obvious that he was probably pretty early in Tier 1 as his eyes naturally drifted to my cleavage and couldn't look away. While that could just be him noticing an attractive woman, the fact that it was me instead of Stacy implied that it was the skill since Stacy was objectively more well-endowed in that department and wasn't hiding it, much to my own satisfaction. There was no way my skill should be affecting someone who was very far into Tier 1. Unfortunately, I couldn't see his levels, just his tier, since he was a higher tier than me.