The Little Succubus's Hypnosis Manual - Chapter 14
Chapter 14: The Chest Touch
Xie Nanxing had finished all his tasks and, to earn his reward, spent the entire afternoon locked in his room studying—so dedicated, he even refused the fruit Auntie Wu offered.
That evening, when Zhou Qiyue returned home, Xie Nanxing darted to the door—one slipper dropped off mid-run and he didn’t stop for it. He stood in front of Zhou Qiyue barefoot, face flushed and breathless. He called out softly, “Gege.”
Zhou Qiyue didn’t particularly like that term (his own brother had been a jerk), but hearing Xie Nanxing call him “Gege” always pressed on a soft spot in his heart.
He felt a sudden impulse to embrace Xie Nanxing, and could almost hear a voice telling him it was what he should do. His fingers clenched so hard they hurt, but he managed to suppress the desire.
Xie Nanxing, oblivious to his effect, sniffed and frowned upon catching a strange scent—an unfamiliar animal smell stronger than Zhou’s usual sandalwood-like scent.
He remembered the stray kitten taken that rainy night… He hadn’t asked what happened to that cat, but only he had ended up at home. Now he caught that same scent here—with Zhou Qiyue.
“Do you… like… the stray from outside?” Xie Nanxing forced the words out, eyes wide with suspicion that Zhou had carried that kitten around.
Zhou Qiyue froze, incredulous. He retrieved the discarded slipper, squatted, and gently set it before Xie Nanxing. “Put it on, don’t walk barefoot.”
Xie Nanxing slipped it on but persisted in questioning the scent.
Zhou Qiyue lifted his arm, sniffed himself—no unfamiliar smell. “I found the kitten tonight and took it to a pet store. Maybe some scent stuck to me.”
Xie Nanxing sulked, distancing himself even during dinner with Zhou.
Zhou returned home soon afterward to shower off anything lingering. He changed into matching pajamas with Xie Nanxing, feeling clean again.
“Homework done?” he asked gingerly.
Instead of answering, Xie Nanxing tugged at Zhou’s sleepwear and sniffed again. With the cat-smell gone, only the scent of shampoo and warmth lingered.
“Really… can’t smell the kitty anymore?” Zhou asked.
Xie Nanxing nodded, finally satisfied—and relaxed back into Zhou’s side. Zhou then led him to the study to check his homework.
He pointed to each syllable on the paper; Xie Nanxing pronounced them all correctly, acing the “exam.”
“I… am so good,” Xie Nanxing declared, puffing his chest in pride.
Zhou praised him, “Well done. I’ll get you a little cake tomorrow after work. What flavor do you want?”
Xie Nanxing’s lips quivered—his mind wasn’t on cake.
Seeing Zhou, just out of the bath, standing before him… scent still clinging, chest firm beneath a V‑neck… Xie Nanxing’s eyes glowed as he slipped into a trance-like state and triggered hypnosis.
“Gege, I finished the task. You should reward me by letting me touch your chest.”
Zhou’s eyes snapped open at the last words—conflict flashed across his expression.
Xie Nanxing frowned in discontent and poked it’s chest through the pajamas: “You let the cat touch it… but not me? Gege, mean.”
Suddenly, Zhou grabbed Xie Nanxing’s wrist and guided his hand down to press. The boy’s fingers curled against Zhou’s chest, palm pressing on his heartbeat.
“Go ahead.” Zhou’s voice deep and steady.
Shocked, Xie Nanxing froze, then let his hand rest on Zhou’s chest. He felt the warmth, the heartbeat swelling beneath his palm—ripples against his touch. His own heartbeat raced.
Despite instinct screaming to pull away, Zhou’s entranced hand moved Xie Nanxing’s fingers, sliding them around his chest, brushing inside the collar. Xie Nanxing gasped at the feel of solid muscle beneath soft fabric—heart pounding.
“This is your reward,” Zhou said softly.
His tone was flat but internally-charged—with warmth flooding Xie Nanxing’s veins, he yanked his hand back in shock, scrambling back to his room and burying himself in blankets—“My heart’s racing, am I sick?”
Zhou snapped out of the trance. The boy was gone. Worried, he searched and found Xie Nanxing curled up in his blanket like a tight cocoon.
He gently coaxed him out. Xie Nanxing’s cheeks were flushed and his forehead hot.
“Did you… get a fever?” Zhou asked, reaching to check.
Xie Nanxing recoiled at the touch of Zhou’s hand—feeling the lingering warmth and pressure, his pulse raced wildly.
“No,” he muffled, rolling into the blanket and turning away, trembling. “I’ll… sleep now.”
Zhou paused, watching the cocoon inward posture. Then softly: “Don’t cover your head when you sleep. Good night.”
Xie Nanxing replied with a quiet “Okay,” voice distant, curling deeper into plush comforter.
Silence settled. Zhou lay on his bed, mind racing with images—snippets missing, the boy’s fleeing action, his strange coldness… thinking, “Did I force something on him?”
He resolved to wait and see if Xie Nanxing would climb onto his bed again.
Meanwhile, Xie Nanxing tossed and turned, torn between seeking comfort and fear of another overstep. Eventually, exhaustion won and he slept—his breathing light.
Dawn came. Zhou woke grumpy after little rest, haunted by a recurring dream of that abandoned puppy in the rain—couldn’t find it anywhere.
He found Xie Nanxing awake on the floor. The boy greeted him sleepily with “Gege… morning.”
Zhou’s eyes hardened. He strode over, tension coiled. “Last night in the study… what happened? Did I make you do something?”
He demanded bluntly.