Hypnosis: They want to improve too much

Taking this opportunity, he also placed his other free hand where it was most needed.

The softness, which was larger than a hand could hold, gave him a great sense of satisfaction. With a little force, his fingers could sink into it. The huge rebound force forced him to suppress it with greater force.

Climbing the mountain with bare hands and gently pinching the cherries, there is a unique charm in the pulling.

The ambiguous atmosphere continued to stir, with heavy breathing coming and going, rubbing and exploring step by step, and the intoxicated girl kissed him in ecstasy.

Her delicate body was trembling slightly, which was a sign of her passion.

【Hypnosis time: 0:30】

Seeing that the hypnosis time was running out, Ron let go of the girl who was about to suffocate.

"Is the time almost up?"

The girl asked, sensing something.

Ron nodded and put his finger to the girl's lips: "Don't be sad, I will come to see you tomorrow night."

"Good~"

The girl licked Ron's fingers obediently, and the strange taste did not ruin her good mood.

After the girl cleaned her fingers, Ron quickly put her pajamas on and let her sit back down.

【Hypnosis time: 0:00】

Seeing Memphis's eyes regain their original spirit, Ron put his hand on her knee and asked preemptively: "Memphis, what's wrong?"

"Well..."

Memphis felt weak all over, and the mist in her eyes had not yet completely faded away as she looked at Ron.

She pursed her lips and immediately tasted the salty taste. She then carefully felt the slight pain in her chest and the slight itchiness between her legs, as if it was all a dream.

What happened to me?

For Memphis, who had no memory of the intervening events, she could only think that this was a momentary change.

That is to say, as soon as Ron's hand was placed on her knee, she became weird.

Unable to find the reason, Memphis could only answer coldly: "Nothing...nothing."

"That's good. I thought you were sick." Ron gently massaged Memphis' thigh. "I recently learned a new massage technique. It may heal your leg injury."

Memphis, whose attention was drawn to Ron's action, wanted to stop him: "I don't need it."

"Be quiet, don't be willful, don't act like a child."

Ron glared at Memphis and stopped her forcefully: "Do you want to sit in a wheelchair for the rest of your life? Don't you have anything you want to do? Are you satisfied just sitting in the yard and daydreaming?

Don't fool yourself, you are obviously not satisfied with your current life."

Memphis clenched his fist and bit his red lips: "You obviously don't understand anything, what qualifications do you have to criticize me."

Although her words were unpleasant to hear, the fact that she did not push Ron away directly meant that his plan was largely successful.

Ron kept moving his hands: "Yes, I don't understand you, but I don't want to face a cold face all day. You can think of me as being self-indulgent. If you really heal me, you should think of ways to compensate me."

He thought that Memphis's "leg injury" could not be healed for a long time probably because of her mental illness. In the verification just now, her leg injury had already recovered.

It is not difficult for Ron to cure Memphis's worry. The key is to take this opportunity to brush up attribute points.

Memphis lowered her head so Ron wouldn't see her expression: "......"

Strangely enough, she didn't have any resistance to Ron's actions in her heart, and waves of joy came from the depths of her soul.

It was the first time she was touched by a man and she felt embarrassed. She didn't know if it was an illusion, but she felt something warm between her legs.

"By the way, feel your legs carefully to see if you can feel anything."

Seeing that the plan was going well, Ron placed his palm on Memphis' thigh and massaged it gently, calmly changing the subject.

Memphis looked surprised: "I feel a little bit, why is that?"

"You can think of it as the connection between the brain and the thigh being blocked, and when the external stimulation reaches a certain level, there is hope that the connection will be reestablished. To a certain extent, the higher the level of stimulation, the faster the recovery."

Ron explained patiently, his words were half true and half false.

"It's a strange statement, I've never heard of it before."

Memphis pursed her lips, accepting most of what Ron said.

Yes, she wanted to get back on her feet, she had important things to do.

She had to become stronger, only then could she avenge her dead sister.

Memphis thought she would never have the chance for revenge since the day her legs were broken, but the appearance of Ron gave her hope.

She asked, "How do you want me to repay you? Can I give you money?"

Ron massaged her seriously through his pajamas: "I don't need money, I just need a promise."

Memphis: "What promise?"

Ron: "A promise to forgive my mistakes. If I do something that makes you angry, you have to forgive me."

Memphis: "I promise... and thank you."

Ron smiled happily.

You see, she has to thank us.

Chapter 6 New Playthings

"That's about it for today's treatment. We'll continue tomorrow night."

Half an hour later, Ron withdrew his hand with a feeling of unsatisfied satisfaction.

I have to say Memphis’ legs are so amazing, he would never get tired of them even if he played with them for a whole year.

Memphis nodded with watery eyes: "Yeah."

She didn't know how she managed to hold on, she only knew that waves of warmth were surging through her body.

As the sensations in his thighs grew clearer, Ron's touch became more direct.

She suspected Ron was teasing her, but she couldn't find any evidence.

wrong!

I should thank him, he is a good man.

She buried her head in the quilt only after Ron left the room. As soon as she closed her eyes, his figure filled her mind.

"My body has become so strange, is it because of him?"

Memphis tightened her legs and rubbed them gently, her body seemed to be inseparable from Ron.

......

The next morning, Ron arrived at the Royal Academy of Magic on time.

After last night's harvest, his free attribute points increased by 3 points.

Taking into account his current level of mental strength, he is expected to be able to harvest three to four times a day, which means that he can get a minimum of 9 attribute points every day.

If he continues to improve his mental strength, then this data can be increased a lot.

If you are bold enough, it is not a problem to reach four or five hundred attributes in a month.

Just look at the attributes.

10, 20, 30~99 correspond to the first order, second order, and third order respectively.

100, 200, 300~999 correspond to the fourth, fifth, and sixth levels respectively.

Even in the worst case scenario, he could still grow to level six in a month, not to mention that he could also focus on his mental strength to increase his growth rate.

For students of the Royal Academy of Magic, those who reach the fourth level can graduate, those who reach the fifth level can stay in school as senior instructors, and those who reach the sixth level will receive many preferential treatments even if they go to the royal family.

As he grows up, the more talented and powerful hypnotic subjects he has, the better.

Ron had a hunch that when his mental strength reached a certain level, he might be able to hypnotize multiple people for a long time.

So he turned and looked at his deskmate Bella.

[Hypnosis Subject: Bella]

[Current status: hypnotic]

【quality:? ? ? 】

The quality level is still not visible. According to Ron's experience, her quality should be one level higher than Yvna.

"Student Ron, please take away your dirty look, or I will sue you for indecent assault."

Bella noticed Ron's gaze and turned around to give him a malicious smile: "Are all nobles like you who make people do evil? That's right, a noble should be like you."

Ron shrugged indifferently: "I don't mind, you can try to shout loudly, but if you really do that, no one will believe that I am your shield.

If I remember correctly, you have rejected many confessions from noble boys in my name, right?

What's wrong? As your nominal girlfriend, can't I just look at her?"

Bella's strength is close to the third level, her talent is extremely high, and she is also the chief candidate.

It's just that she is a commoner and her status is at the bottom in the academy.

Bella didn't dare compete with Alan, but she was happy to snatch the position of chief from Ron.

What she needed was a little luck, a little luck that Ron would defeat Alan first. Only in this way could she step on Ron and take the top position safely.

Ron's evaluation of her is that she is dark, sharp-tongued, and a little clever. As a civilian girl with outstanding appearance, she can study safely only because he attracted a lot of firepower.

Bella is extremely talented and has an outstanding appearance. She and Ivna are known as the two most beautiful geniuses in the intermediate class.

She has rare black hair, a pair of black eyes that always hide cunning, and a pretty face that highlights her beauty.

In terms of bust size, hers might be the one with the biggest breasts Ron had ever seen. Sitting next to her, he could see the majestic curves with just a quick glance.

Especially when Bella took a nap on the table, her exaggerated posture was like two inverted peaks, majestic and grand.

However, the most attractive thing is her black stockings, short skirt and eye-catching absolute territory. The interaction of black and white creates a strong visual impact.

At first glance, her legs are longer than Ron's life. A closer look at the tender flesh revealed by the black stockings is equally tempting.

She is a bad woman.

Not only did she keep many nobles hanging, she also secretly used Ron as a shield.

Thanks to Bella, he has many open rivals in love.

Ron hadn't had the energy to care before, but now he had to make Bella pay the price for using him.

"Hey, you are the noble Baron, how dare I refuse you?"

Bella whimpered, "But, Lord Baron, you have to think carefully. If you take my position as the chief, it won't be safe. After all, my strength is above yours.

What's wrong? Are you angry?

But what can I do if I am angry? The Baron, whose head is full of dirty trash, is really a waste~"

As she spoke, she deliberately tilted her long legs wrapped in black knee-high socks towards Ron, her eyes full of provocation.

She was not afraid of Ron. In her eyes, Ron was just a down-and-out baron who was of use to her. He didn't dare to touch her.

Because Bella's seat was in the last row and against the wall, Ron's shield blocked the view of other people and prevented them from seeing the movement under the table.

"What a coincidence, since Miss Bella is so generous, I won't be polite."

Ron snorted and decisively placed his left hand on the girl's smooth and tender absolute area.

"Asshole! Are you crazy?"

Bella grabbed Ron's wrist in panic. She never thought that Ron would really do it.

Is he really not afraid that he will hinder his path to becoming the chief?

"Hush, keep your voice down. If others hear you, your reputation will be ruined."

Ron put his right fingers in front of his mouth and said, "Besides, I just fulfilled your invitation. You should thank me. As for the position of chief, if you want it, go ahead and grab it. I don't mind."

There is no reason not to eat the delicious food that is served to him. For him, it is just a little interest. If he doesn't take anything, he will be really taken advantage of.