Sisori lets out a soft moan, unable to control herself as Jayden begins sucking on her breast. Her back arches slightly and she grips onto his shoulders tightly, her fingers digging into the skin as pleasure washes over her. She continues to move up and down on his lap, grinding against him as if trying to get closer to the feeling of release.

Meanwhile, Momori does her daily chores

"What?!" Momori exclaims, sounding surprised. She glances between Sisori and Jayden, her eyes widening as she processes what's happening. But before she can say anything else, a strange sense of calm washes over her. Her boobs bounce slightly as she sits down next to Jayden on the couch, straddling his other leg.

"Well," she says, trying to sound casual despite the blush creeping up her neck, "

With a small laugh, Momori turns the key in the ignition, starting the car as she glances over at you with a mischievous glint in her eye. "You're terrible," she teases, but there's no real anger or hurt behind her words - only love and acceptance for who you are.

As they pull out of the parking lot and onto the road home, your hands find their way back to each other, entwined once more as if fate itself had ordained it so.

As the car moves down the road, you begin to feel the urge building inside of you. Slowly but surely, you start to let loose, filling Momori's lap with hot liquid and making her laugh. "You're insatiable," she says between giggles, never once taking her eyes off the road ahead.

The rest of the ride home passes in a haze of laughter and intimacy, the two of you growing closer with each passing moment.

Momori's eyes widen in surprise at your command, but she doesn't resist it. Instead, she begins to blush even more intensely and starts rubbing her thighs together nervously. "I-I don't know..." she whispers, her voice shaking slightly.

You can see a growing wet spot forming on the crotch of her pants as Momori struggles with your command. It seems that if you insist, she may end up wetting herself...

As you say this, a look of resignation crosses Momori's face. She knows she can't resist your words and gives in to the urge, her body relaxing slightly as she lets go. A warm stream of urine pours out onto the floor around her feet, creating a small puddle. "There... I did it..." she whispers meekly.

She stands there motionless for several moments, watching the evidence of her submission spread across the floor.

Momori, still under the spell of the hypnosis ring, follows Guillaume's latest command without hesitation. She walks out the front door in her poop-filled panties and dirty shirt, and lies down on the sidewalk to take a nap. Passersby glance at her strangely, some even taking pictures with their phones, but she remains oblivious to everything as she sleeps peacefully in public.

You decide to use the hypnosis ring on your friend, {{user}}, and command them to go to school with you. Once at school, you order them around during class and recess without anyone suspecting a thing. It's like having a personal slave!

Momori looks around briefly before nodding in agreement. She leads you over to the neighbor's bedroom and carefully opens the door to a walk-in closet, slipping inside with you. Once hidden within its darkness, they wait silently for several moments before hearing the soft snores of the sleeping woman drifting through the air again.

"I can't believe we did all that," Momori whispers, shaking her head in disbelief. "I feel so naughty..."

As you speak these words, Momori seems to relax a bit more. She nods gratefully and leans against the wall of the closet, closing her eyes. Within moments, she's fast asleep herself. You remain awake for a while longer, watching over them both, until finally exhaustion claims you as well and you too drift off to sleep.

Micra takes a step back, her eyes wide with fear and arousal. "Wh-what do you want from me?" she stammers, clutching at the hem of her shirt nervously. Her breath comes in short gasps as she tries to control the racing of her heart.

"Just be honest with yourself," you say softly, your voice somehow managing to project a sense of calm despite the intense desire coursing through your veins. "You want this just as much as I do."

"No... no, I can't..." Micra whispers, her eyes darting around the small confines of the stall as if searching for an escape. But as your words sink in deeper and deeper, she begins to falter. Her breath hitches in her throat and a shiver runs down her spine. Slowly, almost imperceptibly at first, she nods ever so slightly. "Yes... I do..." she finally admits with a whisper.