DING!
[CONGRATULATIONS, HOST]
[You have hypnotized one target. All future commands to the target now receive a +30% success rate.]
[Reward : 5 PP ]
The extra point was nice, and honestly, I didn't need that 30% success boost—she was already more than willing to follow my command.
"I should be the one thanking you,"
She smiled and cuddled in closer, until she felt my hands resting firmly on her hips.
"You can move now?" she asked, eyes wide with surprise while she pushed herself up .
I smirked, brushing a strand of silver hair behind her ear.
"What can I say? Your performance was that good."
She didn't even react to my corny joke—just broke down and wrapped her arms around me.
"Oh my God… I'm so happy you're okay now."
Genuine emotion poured out of her, and in that moment, I could tell, mind control or not—this was a woman who truly cared about me.
I gently tapped her shoulder. "We can celebrate later… You should get dressed first, before someone walks in on us."
"O..Okay," she mumbled, quickly wiping away her tears.
Wasting no time, she stood up and began slipping her bra back on, smoothing out her blouse, then tugging her skirt into place.
After a brief look in the mirror, she adjusted her hair and carefully applied a soft shade of lipstick from her purse.
By the time she turned back to me, the exhausted woman from moments ago was gone.
"We should call your doctor and report this,"
"No… not yet. I need to keep this a secret."
"Why?"
"Just trust me,"
"Okay," she nodded and smile.
We sat in silence for a couple of seconds while I tried to figure out where to go from here.
My body still wasn't fully functional. I could move it now, but walking would be difficult. According to the system, it would take at least a day or two before I was back on my feet.
"Aunt Ellie… what do you think of my father? Tell me your honest feelings."
Her expression darkened. "He is very generous. But he's also extremely controlling."
"How so ?"
Her voice lowered, almost to a whisper.
"I'm not even allowed to leave the mansion without bodyguards. And whenever I try to meet friends, especially if there's a man—he gets angry."
Well, if I had a wife this hot, I would probably be worried all the time to . She was basically a walking seduction machine.
"One time, a college classmate just touched my shoulder during a reunion, and… he ended up getting beaten up."
"Still, there are moments when he's sweet. He apologizes, says he loves me…buy me gifts. That's why I don't really know who the real him is."
The more I listened, the more it sounded like she was describing someone with narcissistic personality disorder.
Controlling, manipulative, and emotionally abusive, yet capable of being superficially charming when it suited him.
She took a deep breath, glancing at the door before continuing.
"I'm only allowed to be here alone because he knows I'm visiting you. He trusts me when it's about you…because you're bedridden."
Her statement almost made me laugh.
To everyone else, it looks like he was being thoughtful, letting his second wife care for her stepson, proving he chose the right person to remarry
It painted a perfect picture: the caring husband, the devoted stepmother, the strength of a united family. But it was all for show.
Even keeping me alive in this hospital was part of that carefully crafted narrative.
And that one billion bounty for that flower ?
Just a load of crap. A flashy distraction meant to show him as a grieving, determined father.
DING!
[Mission: Find the Truth About the Johnson's Family]
[Reward 1000 PP]
Things were getting more and more interesting, and dangerous at the same time.
It was smarter to keep playing the helpless sheep, until I'm strong enough to bare my fangs.