The Little Succubus's Hypnosis Manual - Chapter 33

Chapter 33: Working Out

 

The next day, Zhou Qiyue visited the psychiatric clinic again. When the doctor saw Zhou Shengyan, he subconsciously wiped a bead of cold sweat from his forehead.

 

Zhou Qiyue got straight to the point:
“How can I correct someone’s perception of themselves?”

 

The doctor blinked. “What happened this time?”

 

Zhou Qiyue sighed. “He always objectifies himself as a pet… and it seems like he really has the ability to hypnotize people. Yesterday, he hypnotized me into believing he was a cat and made me touch him.”

 

The doctor was stunned. He could hardly believe what he was hearing.

 

“Did the hypnosis actually work?” the doctor asked quietly.

 

Zhou Qiyue pressed his fingers to his temple. “It did. I really thought he was a cat… I even imagined he had ears and a tail.”

 

The doctor’s expression grew even more horrified. He adjusted his glasses, having never encountered something like this in his entire career.

 

Previously, he hadn’t believed that the boy Zhou Qiyue brought in had any real hypnotic ability. He assumed everything was orchestrated by Zhou Shengyan. And now, still following Zhou Shengyan’s orders, he replied, “Aren’t you afraid of him? If he really can control others so easily, he’s practically a monster.”

 

“He’s not a monster,” Zhou Qiyue interrupted coldly. He was only here to ask for help in correcting Xie Nanxing’s mindset of seeing himself as a pet—not to listen to the doctor pass judgment on him.

 

The psychologist wiped his forehead again. If it weren’t for the desk separating them, Zhou Qiyue would’ve noticed how his legs were trembling uncontrollably.

 

“But aren’t you even a little scared of what he might do to you?” the doctor pressed.

 

Zhou Qiyue was worried. He even began to wonder if those dreams he’d had might actually have been real. He and Xie Nanxing had done so many things together… If Xie Nanxing ever wanted to push things further, what would he do then?

 

And while under hypnosis, Zhou Qiyue couldn’t control his body at all—he could only watch as it acted on its own, doing all those things to Xie Nanxing.

 

The doctor noticed the hesitation on Zhou Qiyue’s face and quickly added, “You picked him up off the streets. You’ve already done more than enough. Maybe now’s the right time to send him back.”

 

“That’s impossible,” Zhou Qiyue refused without hesitation. His sharp gaze swept across the doctor’s face. Something about this doctor felt off.

 

“He just wants to be close to me. It’s not like he’s trying to hurt me. Why do you keep telling me to give him up?” Zhou Qiyue asked, his eyes narrowed in suspicion.

 

The doctor stammered, “I-I didn’t mean it like that, Mr. Zhou. I’ve been treating you for years. You’ve always had trauma from your original family that caused deep issues with pets. You never even considered owning one. Now that you’ve met someone like him, staying together might be harmful for both of you.”

 

That part was from the heart. While his earlier words came from Zhou Shengyan’s instructions, this last bit was the doctor’s genuine concern.

 

Given Zhou Qiyue’s mental state, the more time he spent with Xie Nanxing, the more he’d be drawn in. And while he could still hold back when in a stable condition, when he wasn’t, he might act out in dangerous ways.

 

“That’s none of your concern.” Zhou Qiyue, barely holding in his temper, stood up with a cold expression.

 

As he left the clinic, he got a call from the surveillance technician saying the cameras at home were already installed.

 

Zhou Qiyue opened the app on his phone. The live feed showed the living room. Swiping to the right, he switched to the study room.

 

No one was home at the moment. Zhou Qiyue stood staring at the feed, lost in thought.

 

Xie Nanxing had only video-called him briefly at lunch and then disappeared. At that moment, Xie Nanxing was eating and chatting with Shen Zhile on the phone, recounting everything from the night before.

 

“I deliberately left a flaw in the hypnosis,” Xie Nanxing said. “Right before it ended, he kissed me. Before, when he realized he was being hypnotized, he would apologize to me. But yesterday, he didn’t react at all.”

 

“He didn’t react at all?” Shen Zhile echoed, puzzled.

 

“He just carried me back to the bedroom, then went straight back to the study.”

 

Shen Zhile laughed. “You silly thing. Give him some time to process! This is good! Just keep the momentum going—seduce him again!”

 

Xie Nanxing twisted the chopsticks in his hand nervously. He didn’t even know how to “seduce” anymore.

 

“Oh right,” he suddenly remembered, “Zhou Qiyue and Zhou Shengyan are brothers. Help me find out what kind of people Zhou Shengyan likes, and I’ll find out what kind Zhou Qiyue likes.”

 

Shen Zhile lay sprawled on his couch, not noticing the faint red glow coming from the hidden surveillance camera in his living room.

 

Everything they said was recorded—by none other than Zhou Shengyan.

 

Xie Nanxing nodded, thinking Shen Zhile’s suggestion was actually quite useful. They could learn more about the brothers this way.

 

So that night, while practicing calligraphy, Xie Nanxing couldn’t help asking Zhou Qiyue,
“Gege, what’s your relationship like with your brother? What does he like? His favorite foods, hobbies… What kind of person does he like?”

 

Zhou Qiyue’s head immediately throbbed from hearing the word like repeated so many times. And Xie Nanxing kept asking specifically about Zhou Shengyan.

 

He didn’t respond, and Xie Nanxing only pushed further.
“Gege, tell me! What type of person is he into?”

 

“You’re very interested in my brother… Zhou Shengyan?” Zhou Qiyue’s gaze darkened dangerously, as if one wrong answer would earn Xie Nanxing a punishment.

 

Sensing danger, Xie Nanxing quickly shook his head. “No! Not that interested.”

 

“Good. He’s my half-brother. Our relationship is terrible.” Zhou Qiyue finally looked away, speaking indifferently.

 

Xie Nanxing realized he’d misspoken and obediently returned to his chair to continue writing.

 

But he hadn’t forgotten his plan to hypnotize Zhou Qiyue. After finishing his calligraphy assignment, he handed it to Zhou Qiyue, who glanced at it and returned Xie Nanxing’s phone.

 

“You can go play now.”

 

“What about you?” Xie Nanxing asked anxiously. Usually after this, they would shower and sleep together, but it seemed he had upset Zhou Qiyue this time.

 

“Gege, please don’t be mad. You can do anything you want to me.”

 

His voice trembled ever so slightly. His eyes brimmed with tears, but Zhou Qiyue could already feel that familiar dizziness.

 

He chuckled coldly.
“You say don’t be mad, but you’re still trying to hypnotize me?”

 

“I was going to exercise to cool off… but now you’ll be my workout equipment.”

 

Xie Nanxing didn’t understand what that meant, but he nodded anyway.

 

Zhou Qiyue led him to the balcony, which was set up like a mini gym with all kinds of equipment—treadmill, dumbbells, etc.

 

Xie Nanxing looked at the strange devices. Zhou Qiyue normally worked out here for about half an hour every day.

 

But what was he planning to do with him?

 

He was nervous… but also curious.

 

Zhou Qiyue did a light warm-up, then leaned his back against a padded board, knees bent, thighs parallel to the floor. He lifted his hips slightly, then patted his stomach.

 

“Sit here,” he instructed.

 

Xie Nanxing’s face instantly flushed. “I’m heavy… If I sit there, won’t it hurt your waist? What if I fall on you?”

 

He shook his head, insisting it wasn’t a good idea.

 

Zhou Qiyue’s patience wore thin.
“Didn’t you say I could do anything to you? Come here.”

 

Step by step, Xie Nanxing approached, cautiously pressing his hands on Zhou Qiyue’s abs. Zhou Qiyue’s breathing didn’t even waver, despite the demanding position.

 

Seeing the clear signal in his eyes, Xie Nanxing finally lifted one leg and straddled Zhou Qiyue’s waist.

 

“Put your legs up, too.”

 

Xie Nanxing was worried he might fall, so he kept his toes on the floor. Now he had no choice but to curl his legs up and rest them on Zhou Qiyue’s thighs.

 

Without any support, his body teetered precariously.

 

Just when he thought this would be over quickly, Zhou Qiyue suddenly moved. His hips dropped, then shot upward again—bouncing Xie Nanxing along with the motion.

 

“Gege!” Xie Nanxing grabbed for support, clinging tightly to Zhou Qiyue’s hands.

 

Zhou Qiyue held him steady and kept going.

 

Each motion made Xie Nanxing’s face flush deeper red.

 

This movement required strong core strength, and Zhou Qiyue completed a dozen reps without breaking a sweat.

 

Meanwhile, Xie Nanxing, seated on him, nervously watched his every move—terrified something might go wrong, for either of them.

 

“You don’t trust me, Star?” Zhou Qiyue’s movements became more forceful, making Xie Nanxing feel like he was about to be thrown upward—only to fall back down onto Zhou Qiyue’s firm stomach.

 

Their skin was pressed tightly together, and the friction of Xie Nanxing’s bottom sliding across Zhou Qiyue’s abs sent a wicked heat coursing upward through his body.

 

His hands clenched tighter, and he let out a soft whimper.

 

“I’m tired, gege…”

 

“You’re not even moving. What are you tired for?” Zhou Qiyue, watching the scene from his own mind, wanted to strangle himself.

 

What the hell was he doing?! His reputation would be ruined.

 

What if Xie Nanxing thought he was a pervert?

 

Still, his subconscious did care about Xie Nanxing. Hearing him say he was tired, he stopped.

 

“Let’s switch to something less exhausting for you.”

 

He slowly sat up. Xie Nanxing was still seated on him—their posture extremely intimate.

 

“Help me stretch my legs,” Zhou Qiyue whispered close to his ear.

 

“O-okay…”

 

Zhou Qiyue shifted positions, sitting on a mat with bent legs. Xie Nanxing was to press them down.

 

At first, Xie Nanxing used his hands, but Zhou Qiyue wasn’t satisfied.

 

“Sit on my legs.”

 

“I’ll crush you.”

 

“You won’t. Even two of you couldn’t crush me.” Zhou Qiyue smiled.

 

Xie Nanxing gingerly sat on his legs, barely applying any pressure.

 

With hands clasped behind his head and back straight, Zhou Qiyue slowly lay back, then used his core strength to sit up—over and over again.

 

Each time, their breath intermingled.

 

Xie Nanxing stared at Zhou Qiyue’s face—his striking features looked sculpted by a master craftsman. Beads of sweat clung to his skin, exuding an overwhelming masculine charm.

 

And Zhou Qiyue, whether intentional or not, seemed to flirt with him every time he sat up. Their lips almost brushed each time.

 

The tingling sensation from their kiss last night flooded Xie Nanxing’s mind, while the spiritual energy exuding from Zhou Qiyue’s body tormented him to the brink of madness.

 

Xie Nanxing wanted to shorten the gap. He inched forward slightly.

 

Still not close enough.

 

Desperate and flushed, he finally took a chance—sitting up hard, and their lips collided. He hit teeth and winced.

 

“Gege…”

 

“Keep going,” Zhou Qiyue ordered coolly.

 

It wasn’t long before Xie Nanxing began doing the sit-ups recklessly, sometimes kissing Zhou Qiyue, sometimes his cheek, sometimes missing entirely.

 

He didn’t notice that Zhou Qiyue had started subtly pulling away, just enough to keep Xie Nanxing barely able to reach him.

 

When Xie Nanxing leaned too far, Zhou Qiyue’s cunning nature finally showed.

 

He grabbed Xie Nanxing’s leg and said, “Are you doing this on purpose?”

 

“I…” Xie Nanxing froze like a computer crash.

 

“You are seducing me.”

 

Caught red-handed, Xie Nanxing whispered, “I couldn’t help it. You can punish me however you want.”

 

“Hmph.” Zhou Qiyue leaned in, breath hot against Xie Nanxing’s ear as he held his face.

 

Expecting a kiss, Xie Nanxing puckered up—but it never came.

 

The hypnosis broke.

 

Zhou Qiyue stood up in confusion. “What just happened? Why are we on the balcony?”

 

Xie Nanxing, still sitting on the ground, bit his lip. “You said you wanted to exercise.”

 

Zhou Qiyue stretched his arm and felt the soreness in his muscles. “I’m going to shower.”

 

Once he was gone, Xie Nanxing exhaled, lying back and touching his lips. So close.

 

Still unsatisfied, he squeezed his thighs together.

 

In the bathroom, Zhou Qiyue took a cold shower, finally calming his burning body. Had the hypnosis gone on longer, he might’ve kissed him for real.

 

When he came out, Xie Nanxing was waiting. “Gege, are you still mad at me?”

 

“What for?” Zhou Qiyue towel-dried his hair. He wasn’t just mad—he was still burning from earlier.

 

Xie Nanxing lowered his head in silence.

 

“Why were you asking about Zhou Shengyan? You like him?” The idea alone drove Zhou Qiyue mad with jealousy.

 

“Of course not!” Xie Nanxing immediately denied it.

 

He decided it was safer to be honest and sold out Shen Zhile.

 

“Zhile-ge asked me to find out what Zhou Shengyan likes—he knows you two are brothers. It was for him, not me.”

 

Zhou Qiyue relaxed, recalling the guy beside Zhou Shengyan. He looked familiar. Had they met before?

 

His memory was excellent—he never forgot a face, unless it was from a long time ago.

 

He didn’t think too deeply and instead asked, “What about you? Did you ask him to find out what I like?”

 

Face red, Xie Nanxing nodded.

 

“Oh? Then your dear brother’s going to suffer today,” Zhou Qiyue grinned.

 

“Why?” Xie Nanxing asked, trailing behind—but Zhou Qiyue didn’t answer.

 

Elsewhere, Shen Zhile straddled Zhou Shengyan’s lap and traced circles on his chest. “Hubby, what kind of person does your brother like?”

 

“Shen Zhile, are you already looking for your next sugar daddy? And on my bed, talking about another man?”

 

Especially that man being Zhou Qiyue.

 

Had Shen Zhile remembered something? Did he recognize Zhou Qiyue?

 

Zhou Shengyan pulled him into his arms. “You want answers? One answer per round—fair?”

 

Shen Zhile expected this. Even if Zhou Shengyan didn’t answer, he had mind-reading.

 

But asking too many different things might raise suspicion.

 

“Your round or mine?” Shen Zhile teased, nibbling his Adam’s apple. “Hubby, if it’s your round, I’ll be out in one go.”

 

Zhou Shengyan smacked his butt. “Stop being horny.”

 

“Hmph. Fine, your way. But I’m going to drain you dry tonight.” Shen Zhile loosened his tie.

 

With every round, he listened to Zhou Shengyan’s thoughts:

 

“Zhou Qiyue likes bratty ones. The more dramatic, the better. Bold. Flirty. The wilder, the more he’s into it.”

 

Shen Zhile frowned, clutching Zhou Shengyan’s shoulders. “Your brother… is he even decent?”

 

Xie Nanxing is so innocent, but Zhou Shengyan is already bad enough—and his brother sounds worse. What if Xie Nanxing gets played?

 

Zhou Shengyan just chuckled.

 

Shen Zhile kept asking: “What about you? What’s your type?”

 

Zhou Shengyan said, “The opposite of my brother’s. I like obedient ones. Pure. The more innocent, the better.”

 

Shen Zhile: “Zhou Shengyan, f*ck you!”