Hypnotist Of Academy: Gathering Sex Slaves

Paris believed that the Empire would discover this situation and made a fuss that did not work.

"The Empire will punish you!!!"

"The Empire is punishing me… Jazlyn. What do you think?"

"Ho ho ho. As long as I am your servant, the empire can never be hostile to you."

"Show your loyalty."

"Yes! "Dear honey!"

Jazlyn unbuttoned Zion's shirt one by one, bent her upper body, stuck her tongue out, and began sucking on Zion's left nipple.

Jororok ebebebe, lick, lick, lick

It is an act more lewd and base than kissing, declaring that Jazlyn herself has become my servant.

Paris widened his eyes at this shocking sight. The noble woman he loved has been brainwashed by a demon and sucks the demon's breasts like a whore. All the pride that was once on her face has disappeared, replaced only by submission and low-level joy.

Paris cried and struggled, her eyes bloodshot.

"Kaaaaa! Stop! Wow! I'll kill you! You devil!! Give Jazlyn back! Shibaaal!! What are you guys doing?! "Save Jazlyn, you fucking bastards!!!"

But no matter how much Paris struggled, her old friends and her royal guards did not budge. They took it for granted that Jazlyn served her demons.

Paris exclaimed, looking up at her callere with as much hope as her fingernails.

"Kalere. If you have any pride within you, come to your senses! "Save Jazlyn by cutting off that demon's head right now!!!"

Paris was slightly hopeful as Calere approached Zion, but her next actions dashed his hopes.

"My lord. "I want to make sure I show my loyalty."

"Kalere. Stick out your chin and bark like a dog when I tickle your chin."

"Yes."

As Calere held out her chin, Zeon lifted his right hand and tickled Calere's chin.

Epilepsy

"Woof, woof! Woof, woof! Woof woof woof! "Wow!"

Calle Le, once a noble knight, shakes her butt and makes a happy face like a mutt.

"Zion~ I am! "I am!"

As the little girl sitting on Zion's lap is being coddled, Zion gives instructions.

"Lena. Then suck my right nipple."

"Huh! Zeon!"

A girl named Lena kisses Zion's right nipple and starts sucking it deliciously.

Jjoo jjoo jjoo ok

Paris felt her world falling apart.

"It's all crazy…"

And Zeon's words dealt the final blow to his heart.

"You are already late. "You bastard."

Paris began to sob, blaming himself with a sad face.

"Fuck. Fuck. Ugh. Black, dark, dark. Ugh! Black and white."

Paris was born as the son of a marquis in charge of a large city and has walked a solid path ever since. It was his dream to one day marry Jazlyn and become an all-powerful man. However, his rosy future was thrown into the trash by the evil spirit called Zeon.

Zeon laughed heartily at Paris like that.

Haha! Haha! It's my world! Hehe! Puhehehehehe!!!"

"Fuck… Fuck… Black, black, black. You will definitely kill "You devil."

"Under. I'm tired of harassing Paris now. Calere. Sort it out."

"My lord."

Callere walked up to Paris and gently grasped his head with both of her hands, and Paris gave him a pleading look.

"Kalere…"

"Shut up."

Calere pulled his head down and landed a series of knee kicks to his face.

Puk puk puk puk puk puk puk puk puk puk puk

"Kwaeeek! Ugh! Beep! Wow! That, stop…!"

When Calle Le stopped attacking, Paris' face was crushed as if he had been hit by a chimpanzee, and all his teeth were shattered.

"Bring this out."

As Calere gave the order and turned around to leave the consulting room, the SS dragged the distraught Paris outside.

"Goodbye~"

Zeon said goodbye to Paris in a friendly way.

Calere and the SS went to a garbage dump in a corner and threw Paris on a pile of trash.

Whisk

"Keuuuuucu

Paris hoped that her friends would come to their senses despite her pain, but all she got in return was insults.

"Kikiki. "I like the Imperial Namchung chick."

'These are Joeen's words…'

"Tsk! "You are not worth living."

'Ugh… These are Gopi's words…'

"If you catch my eye one more time, I will kill you. If you want to live, leave school."

'Huh… These are Calere's words…'

"Kalere. "Can I pee on him?"

"If the women are missing, do it. Even urine is a waste for a guy like this."

"I understand."

Afterward, the footsteps of Calle Le and her female SS were heard moving away, and the sound of men unzipping their pants.

Shhhhh

Ammonia-smelling urine drips all over Paris. Paris was pissed in silence as she no longer had the will to resist.

'This is hell…'

Before she knew it, her urination had stopped and Paris was alone, lying in her trash.

Shootaaaaa

As if to represent Paris's feelings, the sky becomes gloomy and rain falls.

When she gives up everything, she bursts out laughing.

Haha. Haha. Haha… Hehe… Eaaaaa!!!!"

Paris dropped out of school that day. She knew that even if he forced himself to stay at school, he would eventually be destroyed if the evil spirit played a role in her.

Paris decided to return to the city of Maine, ruled by her father. Traveling alone on this continent is not a good option as you can encounter monsters and robbers from the moment you leave the city. Therefore, when traveling a long distance, it is best to gather in a group and hire an adventurer escort.

After Paris received treatment at her church she was able to get her lucky break on top departing for the city of Maine. This upper class was a large group of more than 100 people, including merchants, escorts, adventurers, and ordinary people. Normally, to participate in such a safe procession, you have to pay money to the merchant owner or volunteer as an escort, but since Paris is the heir to the city of Maine, the merchant owner specifically allowed him to participate for free in order to build relationships.

Paris got into the wagon and looked out.

'The sky is dark.'

Looking at the back of the procession, adventurers and ordinary people were following on foot. These are people who choose to walk rather than ride the carriage at the top to save money.

Normally, he would have felt good about his superiority as a high-ranking noble heir, but right now, Paris's mind was very confused.

'How can I, a defeated person, be better than I?'

He lost Princess Jazlyn to an evil spirit. Paris saw the burning ambition in the demon's eyes, and she had a gut feeling that the demon would not stop at Jazlyn, but would rise beyond that. Even Paris couldn't guess what kind of mess the evil spirit who obtained Jazleen's brain and wealth would make of Brisen City afterwards.

'Even if I were there, I couldn't stop it… I hope no damage comes to Maine City.'

When I see ordinary people trudging along, I am so envious of their calmness and indifference.

'They can't even imagine what dark things are happening up there. Maybe I'm not interested in living day to day.'

Squeak

The procession suddenly stopped.

"We camp here!!"

"The cook should cook dinner!"

"Hey! Pitch a tent over there!"

The sound of commands and the sound of work being done can be heard from everywhere. Paris is a VIP customer, so she doesn't have to work much.

As Paris waited in the wagon, the merchant approached. Sang Sang-ju is a thin old man with a kind face and white hair and a white beard.

"Paris. Dinner is ready, please eat it."

"I am not hungry."

Hehe. "Even though you're still young, you have the face of the world."

"…"

"Once you eat it, you will feel energized and your thoughts will change."

"I understand."

As Paris followed the merchant outside, people were gathered in groups of twos and threes eating stew for dinner.

Sang Sang-ju personally put stew in a bowl and handed it to Paris.

"It's filled with plenty of meat and vegetables, so you'll feel good when you eat it."

"Thank you."

Hehe. I don't know what happened, but sadness is the same as it once was. "When you get older like me, past events are nothing more than fleeting memories of joy and sorrow."

With those words, Sang-Sang-ju left Paris.

Paris pondered the advice of the merchant and forced the stew into his stomach.

'Will there ever come a day when I forget this moment?'

Not even Paris can predict when that day will come.

Adding stew energizes my body and makes me feel a little better.

'How can people be so simple to feel better just by eating?'

Paris went into the one-person tent made by the merchant, and there was a sleeping bag inside. The guards will be on guard duty in rotation throughout the evening, but Paris can sleep comfortably.

Paris thought as she lay down in her sleeping bag.

'I sleep, and they stand watch, but why do their faces look happier than mine?'

Just as pain makes a person mature, Paris was searching for the truth of her life.

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The next day, Paris ate a light breakfast and then walked with some people. If she sat still in the wagon, she would keep having bad thoughts, so she would walk to forget them. As she walks in a daze, she feels a little refreshed.

Before we knew it, it was lunchtime.

As Paris sat on the rock, the merchant brought food himself again.

"This time it's boiled potatoes, bacon, and special fruit juice. On a trip like this, you have to drink fruit juice to avoid getting scurvy."

"Thank you, just like yesterday."

Hehe. When you become an old person like me, you want to help young people who are struggling. "I'll have some free time after lunch today, so you can rest."

With those words, Sang-Sang-ju disappeared again.

Paris ate all her food with pleasure.

'The fruit juice is really sweet and delicious. When I get to Maine City, I'll have to sign a juice supply contract with that merchant.'

When my stomach is full, I feel sleepy.

'I said it was free time, so let's get some sleep.'

Paris entered her carriage and invited her to take a nap.

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Paris woke up from her nap with pain tingling all over her body.

"Ugh. Ugh. Kkkk…"

My whole body hurts like it's on fire and my bones creak. Something hot rises from within.

"Cough. Cough. Uweeeeek!"

Paris coughed up her bright red blood.