The Little Succubus's Hypnosis Manual - Chapter 27.1

Chapter 27.1: Bathrobe – “He… why… why is he so seductive…”

After having dinner outside, Zhou Qiyue drove Xie Nanxing home. The car went straight into the underground parking lot.

Zhou Qiyue parked the car and got out to open the car door for Xie Nanxing.

“Thank you, gege.” Xie Nanxing jumped down from the car, and the two walked side by side toward the elevator.

Just as they were about to enter the elevator, Zhou Qiyue keenly sensed the presence of a surveillance camera watching him. But when he turned around, he couldn’t see anything.

The security in this complex was good. Cars not owned by residents weren’t allowed to park for long.

He frowned slightly, hoping it was just his imagination.

It was already late by the time they got home. Zhou Qiyue headed straight to the guest room to freshen up. Xie Nanxing didn’t even get a word in and ended up talking to the air.

Staring resentfully at the closed door, he vowed: One day, he would make Zhou Qiyue sleep in the same bed as him.

Xie Nanxing hadn’t forgotten about asking Zhou Qiyue to bathe him. He entered the master bedroom’s bathroom, thought for a moment, stripped off all his clothes, stood under the shower to get himself wet, and then put on a bathrobe.

He walked out of the master bedroom gracefully and knocked on the guest room door.

Zhou Qiyue had just finished washing up and was also wearing a bathrobe, towel-drying his hair. When he saw Xie Nanxing dripping wet, he placed the towel over Xie Nanxing’s face and gently wiped his damp cheeks.

“Gege, the shower… broke.”
Xie Nanxing lied without blinking.

“It broke? I’ll go check.”
As Zhou Qiyue moved to head to the master bathroom, Xie Nanxing panicked and grabbed his arm.

To make it convincing, he had used cold water earlier. Now his body was trembling, chilled to the bone.

Clutching Zhou Qiyue’s arm, he even felt burned by the warmth radiating from him.

“Gege, I’m cold… I want you… to help me bathe.”
Xie Nanxing bit his lip. Because of the cold shower, his face was pale and his teeth were chattering, but his lips remained vividly red.

Zhou Qiyue’s eyes were drawn to those lips, and unbidden, images from a dream surfaced—him pressing Xie Nanxing against a cabinet and kissing him.

Those lips were hot and sweet in the dream, tasting faintly like cherries.

Zhou Qiyue cleared his throat to suppress the inappropriate thoughts. He stepped aside and said, “You can come in and bathe yourself.”

His words were a clear refusal, but Xie Nanxing didn’t give up.

“Gege, I’m your pet. You should bathe me.”
He took a few steps forward, hooking his arms around Zhou Qiyue’s neck and staring straight into his eyes.

Soon, he saw Zhou Qiyue’s gaze go blank.

“You’re my pet.”
Zhou Qiyue’s hand stroked Xie Nanxing’s head. Under hypnosis, he moved and spoke like a puppet.

But inside that puppet’s shell, Zhou Qiyue was fully conscious. Hearing Xie Nanxing reduce himself to a “pet” infuriated him.

Yet he had no control over his body.

Maintaining that posture, Zhou Qiyue hooked both of Xie Nanxing’s legs with his arms and picked him up.

It was Xie Nanxing’s first time being held like a child. His head rested higher than Zhou Qiyue’s, his upper body pressed tightly against him. The arms carrying him were muscular and strong, veins bulging under the skin.

Zhou Qiyue placed him on the bathroom island and went to fill the tub.

After testing the water temperature, he returned. Xie Nanxing sat obediently on the counter, his robe slightly open, exposing smooth, pale skin.

“You have to take your clothes off to bathe.”
Zhou Qiyue licked his lips as he spoke.

“You have to take them off for me, Master.”
Xie Nanxing reached toward him.

Zhou Qiyue was flooded with emotion, tempted to grab his collar and scold him harshly.

Why… why is he so enticing?

Zhou Qiyue’s throat felt parched, as if he were walking alone in a desert, and Xie Nanxing was the rare oasis.

And he wanted to claim it all for himself.

His strong fingers slipped around Xie Nanxing’s waist, grasped the bathrobe tie, and gave it a tug. A swath of bare skin was instantly exposed.

He wasn’t wearing anything underneath. Zhou Qiyue’s eyes darkened as he pulled off the robe completely.

Now fully exposed, Xie Nanxing finally blushed in delayed embarrassment.

Back in succubus school, they often bathed together in wild hot springs. Seeing and being seen naked was nothing new.

But under Zhou Qiyue’s gaze, he felt as if his eyes had become tangible fingers exploring every inch of him.

He clutched the robe, trying to shield himself.

Zhou Qiyue gave him a cold look—now he’s shy? What about earlier, begging to be bathed and wearing nothing underneath?

That was blatant seduction.

Yet Xie Nanxing’s expression was utterly innocent.

Zhou Qiyue sighed and allowed his body to follow the hypnosis. He gently picked Xie Nanxing up and placed him in the tub.

This wasn’t his first time bathing Xie Nanxing. He wet his body with water, soaked his hair, applied shampoo, lathered, and rinsed it out.

Xie Nanxing’s gaze never left him, as if he could never get enough.

Zhou Qiyue was secretly thankful he was under hypnosis. Otherwise, he’d have bent Xie Nanxing over the sink and spanked him hard to teach him a lesson.

He moved on to using a bath sponge, carefully scrubbing his body.

Last time, he had avoided Xie Nanxing’s more private areas.

But this time, under hypnosis, he didn’t.

The rough sponge passed over sensitive areas, making Xie Nanxing grasp Zhou Qiyue’s arm and moan softly, “Gege…”

Zhou Qiyue thought, Now you call me “Gege”? Too bad I can’t even control my own body.

He continued, rubbing the sponge across every inch of Xie Nanxing’s skin, covering him in foam.

Last time, he hadn’t paid attention. Now, stuck inside his mind, he even counted the moles on Xie Nanxing’s body out of boredom.

Xie Nanxing had very little body hair—his entire body was smooth like freshly made tofu, soft and tender to the touch.

Even his most intimate parts were pink, delicate, and made Zhou Qiyue wonder if he’d taste sweet.

“Gege, I’m clean now, don’t touch me anymore…”
Xie Nanxing gripped his shoulder, voice trembling.

Zhou Qiyue obediently let go, but Xie Nanxing looked uncomfortable, neither here nor there, gripping his arm with tear-filled eyes.

Zhou Qiyue observed him closely. His darker instincts awakened—he wanted to see Xie Nanxing sobbing in his arms, bullied to the point of breathlessness.

But he couldn’t move.

Xie Nanxing slumped against his shoulder, panting and weak.

“Gege…” he pleaded again.

Zhou Qiyue, still under hypnosis, helped him again. This time, Xie Nanxing completely collapsed in his arms, limp like water.

He even forgot the hypnosis time.

When the mental bell “dinged,” Zhou Qiyue regained awareness. He blinked, confused—his memory stopped at Xie Nanxing coming to the guest room.

But now he clearly wasn’t in the guest room.

He knocked on his own head, opened his eyes—and was shocked.

Xie Nanxing lay on top of him, completely naked in the bathtub.

Zhou Qiyue swallowed hard. What the hell did I do now?

He grabbed Xie Nanxing’s shoulder and propped him up. Then he quickly stood up from the tub.

“Nanxing, what happened?” he asked, his voice dry.

Xie Nanxing turned his head slowly, looking pitiful. “Gege doesn’t remember? You said you’d bathe me…”

Zhou Qiyue had a bad feeling. Flashes returned to his mind—he’d said to Xie Nanxing, “You are my pet.”

He wanted to slap himself. How could he say something like that?

“Come out of the tub. The water’s getting cold.”
Zhou Qiyue turned away, no longer looking at him.

Xie Nanxing’s arms splashed weakly in the tub before going limp again.

“I can’t move. Gege, carry me,” he said softly.

Zhou Qiyue turned around, trying to keep his gaze on appropriate areas. “Why can’t you move? So delicate.”

Shamed, Xie Nanxing lowered his head. “Because earlier… it felt so good… I have no strength left.”

Zhou Qiyue nearly stumbled into the tub.

What did I do to him again?!

Xie Nanxing opened his arms toward him, asking for a hug.

Zhou Qiyue rubbed his nose and walked over, lifting Xie Nanxing out and drying him off with a towel.

He grabbed the discarded robe and wrapped it around him before setting him on the bathroom counter.

As he did, more memory fragments flashed—this scene felt oddly familiar.

He towel-dried Xie Nanxing’s hair, massaging his scalp. The towel soaked up the water quickly.

He then used the blow dryer, its hum buzzing around them. Xie Nanxing stared at him with a gentle smile.

Zhou Qiyue regretted putting him on the counter. No matter how much he told himself to focus, he kept getting distracted.

“Why are you staring at me?” Zhou Qiyue asked as he put down the dryer. Xie Nanxing’s hair was now dry—easier than drying a kitten.

Xie Nanxing didn’t answer. His gaze followed Zhou Qiyue, and he asked, “Gege move… back in… when?”

“Why do you talk backward now? I haven’t taught you anything these past few days,” Zhou Qiyue said, exasperated.

The silly boy just nodded seriously.

“Gege… teach me,” Xie Nanxing said brightly. Though he hadn’t liked studying before, having class meant he could spend time alone with Zhou Qiyue—and hypnotize him.

Zhou Qiyue didn’t know about Xie Nanxing’s little scheme. He was torn between two thoughts—vivid dreams filled with heat and his doctor’s advice about Xie Nanxing’s skin hunger issues.

“Xie Nanxing,” Zhou Qiyue called.

Xie Nanxing looked up, eyes bright with Zhou Qiyue’s reflection.

“Do you always want physical contact with me?” he asked.

Xie Nanxing’s face turned visibly red. His gaze darted away.

Zhou Qiyue understood but kept pressing.
“Is that it? You’re already eighteen—why are you always trying to sleep with me? Most kids stop sleeping with their parents by age three.”

He gently lifted Xie Nanxing’s chin, forcing him to look at him.

Xie Nanxing bit his lip and lowered his eyes. “Can’t I sleep with gege?”

“Sure, of course you can.” Zhou Qiyue ruffled his freshly dried hair—it was soft and still warm from the dryer.

Xie Nanxing closed his eyes and savored the touch, swallowing the words on his lips.

Not only did he want Zhou Qiyue’s touch, he wanted his saliva, bl00d, and kisses too.

Other people’s contact didn’t affect him. Only Zhou Qiyue, a rare virgin, had any effect.

He jumped down and pushed Zhou Qiyue toward the guest room. “Clean up.”

When Zhou Qiyue didn’t move, he did it himself—grabbing Zhou Qiyue’s pillows and blanket. But since it was a double bed, he was nearly buried in the bedding.

Zhou Qiyue chuckled and took the blankets from him, letting Xie Nanxing carry just the pillows.

But Xie Nanxing didn’t stop there—he moved Zhou Qiyue’s books, computer, and all toiletries to the master bedroom.

Once he confirmed everything was moved, he secretly shut the guest room door.

He hoped Zhou Qiyue would never go back.

What he didn’t know was that Zhou Qiyue had seen everything from the master bedroom doorway.

Watching him sneak back and forth like a little ant carrying things, Zhou Qiyue leaned against the doorframe.

When Xie Nanxing turned around, he was met with Zhou Qiyue’s amused gaze.

Zhou Qiyue chuckled and asked, “What are you doing?”

Xie Nanxing deflected. “Gege not sleeping. Why… come out?”

Zhou Qiyue walked over slowly. Xie Nanxing backed into the guest room door, hand gripping the knob.

“I just remembered something I left inside. I need to grab it.”

Xie Nanxing blocked the door. “Nothing inside. Gege sleep.”

“My computer and books are still in there,” Zhou Qiyue said sternly, though his eyes sparkled with mischief.

But the gullible succubus took it seriously. He spread his arms and insisted, “I moved… everything. Gege sleep.”

“Why so eager? Let me check just in case.”
Zhou Qiyue reached for the door.

Xie Nanxing tried to stop him, afraid he’d go back to the guest room.

“Gege, sleep with me!” he shouted in panic and leapt onto him.

Wrapping his legs around Zhou Qiyue’s waist and arms around his neck, he clung tightly.

Zhou Qiyue reflexively caught him.
He’s just mad I teased him… but what if someone else teased him like this? Would he throw himself into their arms too?

Zhou Qiyue felt a twinge of jealousy. Though Xie Nanxing was slim, his weight concentrated in his backside, which jiggled with the impact.

Zhou Qiyue couldn’t help himself—he gave it a light smack. “Why jump on me like that?”

Feigning a yawn, Xie Nanxing slumped on his shoulder. “Gege, I’m sleepy. Let’s sleep.”

“Alright, sleep.”
Zhou Qiyue carried him into the master bedroom. Xie Nanxing even used his foot to close the door behind them.

Zhou Qiyue didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. He laid Xie Nanxing on one side of the bed and put an extra pillow between them like a dividing line.

Xie Nanxing watched the setup. I should’ve left those pillows in the guest room. Bringing them over was stupid.

But then he thought: At least we’re in the same bed now. Sleeping together is just a matter of time.

He lay down, facing away to resist the urge to cling to Zhou Qiyue.

Zhou Qiyue, instead of lying flat, turned to face Xie Nanxing’s back—so thin and fragile-looking.

He began to feel guilty. Knowing Xie Nanxing needed touch, why had he placed that stupid pillow between them? Now Xie Nanxing didn’t even want to look at him.

“Xie Nanxing,” he called.

Xie Nanxing didn’t turn his head, but slightly tilted it to show he was listening.

He didn’t dare turn around. Ever since Zhou Qiyue entered the room, the faint scent of sandalwood returned, teasing his senses, making him want to bury himself in Zhou Qiyue’s chest and inhale deeply.

He heard the rustling of sheets beside him…