Chapter 3 – Episode 3: Married Woman Linia
Squish… squish… squish…
Linia's ass clung to Hypno's hand as if it were stuck there, the warm, firm flesh filling his palm perfectly even through the fabric of her skirt. Every squeeze made the pliant curves mold to his fingers, yet still push back just enough to remind him of their firmness. The sensation was addictive — the way the soft flesh yielded and then resisted was exactly the kind of touch that made the one groping it feel good in his own skin.
So damn soft… Is this really a human ass? It's almost unfair…
Humans, Hypno thought, were creatures of adaptation… but also creatures of endless desire.
And as someone who had already adapted to the feel of Linia's ass in his hands, he found himself craving another kind of softness. He didn't want to stop touching her butt — not at all — but he also wanted to feel something different. Another part of her body. Another shape. Another texture.
Without removing his focus from her, Hypno slowly slid his hand upward, moving away from the round, bouncy firmness of her hips.
His palm traveled up along her side, feeling the line of her waist beneath the fabric… until he lifted his hand, reached forward past her arm, and brought it around to her front.
Grab!
Hypno's hand closed firmly around Linia's full, heavy breasts.
Oh… ohhh… Ohhh, yes…!
The sensation was unlike her hips. Her breasts weren't just soft — they were warm, pliable, and somehow more intimate. They seemed to cling to his hand, as if welcoming it, pressing back with a yielding heaviness that filled his palm completely.
"Ah!"
Maybe he'd squeezed too hard in his excitement, because Linia let out a small moan — not loud, but enough to make him pause for a moment.
He blinked and pulled back slightly.
"Oh—are you okay?""It's alright… I was just a little surprised to receive such a strong thank-you all of a sudden. But… could you be a little gentler? It's dangerous while I'm holding a kitchen knife."
Her words made it clear — she wasn't telling him to stop. She was only asking him to ease up a little, to be mindful.
There was no option of refusal in her tone. In her mind, being touched like this by Hypno was perfectly natural — just another way of receiving his gratitude.
"Alright, got it."
This time, Hypno loosened his grip, his fingers sinking more slowly into the soft weight in his hands. He began to knead her breasts in a gentler rhythm.
Squish… squish… squish…
Linia's breasts were so voluptuous that Hypno's hands couldn't fully contain them. Even cupped with both palms, there was more spilling over the sides. Every slow squeeze made him feel as if he could happily keep rubbing them forever, never tiring of the sensation.
The more he kneaded, the more his own heart swelled with satisfaction — and the more his lust boiled.
And then, a thought crossed his mind.
This wasn't just about him enjoying himself. She wasn't supposed to be a passive object here, like he was simply masturbating against her.
No… I'm doing this to repay her for saving my life. And if I'm thanking her, then she should feel as good as I do… No — even more than me!
The conviction burned inside him. With that in mind, Hypno asked:
"Linia… does it feel good when I touch you with my hands like this?""Hm? Of course it feels good. Your thanks are reaching me."
It was the kind of straightforward answer conditioned by his hypnosis, but it wasn't enough for him now.
Let's change the way I ask…
"Linia… do you ever touch your own breasts?"
Under normal circumstances, asking a married woman that — especially while already groping her from behind — would have been beyond rude. It was the sort of thing that would have earned him an angry slap.
But instead, Linia answered without hesitation:
"I do."
A slow, sly grin spread across Hypno's face.
"When?""It's a little embarrassing… but usually at night.""And when Glenn touches them… not as thanks, but in a sexual way… does it feel good?""Of course. Being touched by my loving husband feels wonderful."
So the couple's intimacy was still alive and well.
"Can you tell me exactly how he does it? I want to thank you in a way that feels really good for you. I want to imitate Glenn's method.""To want to thank me that much…"
Linia found Hypno's earnestness admirable. Even if it was only natural to thank someone who had saved your life, his persistence was touching to her.
"Hypno… could you take your hand off for a moment?""…Eh?"
He froze for a second.
What? Has the hypnosis worn off? But she's not angry…
Obeying her request, he slowly lifted his hand away from her chest. Linia set down her knife, turned to face him, and — to his surprise — there was no anger in her expression. No embarrassment either. Only a faint look of regret.
"I'm glad you want to thank me so much, Hypno. I'd like to return the favor properly, too — it's only natural. So… I'll tell you how Glenn touches my breasts. But to do it right, we'll need to be in bed. And it might take a little time."
Her fingers touched her cheek in a thoughtful gesture.
"If we do it now, lunch will be late. Is that alright?"
She wasn't refusing him. She was offering to stop cooking so she could show him — in bed.
This… this is unbelievable!
Hypno's chest tightened with excitement. He'd expected her to maybe describe it while he touched her in the kitchen. Instead, she was proposing a one-on-one, in-bed demonstration — and apologizing about the meal being late.
Glenn wouldn't return until evening. That meant they had hours alone together.
Between a quick lunch and a private, hands-on lesson, Hypno's choice was obvious.
"Of course it's fine! I want to thank you more than I want to eat!""Hehe, I'm glad.""But… are you okay eating late?""Of course. You want to thank me, and it's only natural for me to receive it. Lunch can wait."
Her smile was warm, almost benevolent.
It was so moving that Hypno nearly teared up — but the only thing welling up in him was the pulse and heat between his legs.
Linia led Hypno to the couple's bedroom. It was simply furnished, with the double bed taking center stage.
"Come to think of it, whose room was I sleeping in before?""That's my daughter's room. She's away now, living with her lover.""You have a daughter?""Yes. She just became an adult… She left for the village with a boy she's known since childhood. Time flies — it feels like only yesterday I gave birth to Lani."
Her daughter's name was Lani. If she looked anything like her mother, Hypno thought, she must have been breathtaking. He made a mental note of that fact.
"Ah… but this isn't the time for that."
Linia sat on the bed and patted the space beside her.
"Come here, please."
To anyone unaware of the situation, it might have looked like she was inviting him to commit adultery. But for Linia, this was nothing more than kindness toward a man determined to show his gratitude.
Hypno sat immediately.
"Then, I'll explain now.""Yes! Thank you!"
Even with hypnosis ensuring her cooperation, being personally instructed by Linia sent a jolt of excitement through him.
"My husband loves my breasts. Once he starts touching them, he won't let go."
She spoke with affection, remembering her nights with Glenn. Hypno felt a flash of envy — and total agreement.
"When Glenn touches them… is it over your clothes?""Fufu… of course not. My husband always touches my bare skin."
Her tone was almost motherly, as if teaching him something basic.
"Then… I'd like to touch your bare skin too, Linia. To thank you properly.""Hehe, of course. That's why I brought you here. We should start right away so lunch isn't too late."
Without hesitation, Linia began removing her jacket. Her large breasts swayed beneath her simple undergarments, barely restrained by the thin fabric. In one smooth motion, she slipped her top off completely.
The sight struck Hypno like a blow, his cock swelling instantly.
No… not yet. This is to thank her, not to rush it…
He forced himself to wait, watching as she reached behind her back.
Slide…
Her bra came free, falling away to reveal her bare breasts. Despite having given birth, her nipples were a delicate, pretty pink.
"Ohhh…"
Hypno didn't know if it was the same for all women in this world, but at least for Linia, it was perfect.
Linia set her bra aside, cupped her own breasts gently, and looked at him.
"Would you like to touch them now?"
"Y-Yes!"
He placed both hands on her breasts, his touch slower and more deliberate than it had been in the kitchen.
Squish.
"Mmm…"
Her soft moan was different now — deeper, warmer.
Squish, squish, squish…
He squeezed them again and again, feeling their weight shift and mold to his fingers. The heat of her bare skin, the softness, the way they seemed to cling to his palms — it was intoxicating.
"Ah… Hypno… It's nice to thank me, but I can't explain if you keep that up so much.""Ah—sorry!"
Her gentle advice brought him back to focus.
"I can feel your sincerity in wanting to thank me right away. Now, hold them lightly and listen… then try to imitate how my husband does it."
Hypnotized, Linia began to give Hypno a lewd, hands-on lesson.