He didn't know that five years of his life had just been abruptly taken away. Some inconspicuous white hairs even appeared on his head. But his body's instincts still made him feel endless fear.
In just a few seconds, his body had grown much heavier. His brain felt dizzy. His exhausted body and spirit made him gasp for breath.
Though he didn't know why he'd become so strange... Was that brat responsible?
What had he done to him? Terrifying. That guy was genuinely terrifying.
Gritting his teeth, the creep glanced at the red-haired housewife looking over from beside Mu Xiaoxiao. That top-tier woman—despite his physical exhaustion—made him eager again at the sight of her plump figure.
Too bad... with that brat next to her, he had no chance.
Damn it! Damn, damn, damn!
Unwilling. So unwilling.
'Five years of lifespan?' Mu Xiaoxiao felt nothing in his own body, but he knew he'd gained five more years. With the [Time] ability, he could gain endless lifespan and time.
Simply put—it was a demonic ability.
Covering his face with one hand, his smile spread...
"What are you doing?"
Mu Xiaoxiao, immersed in the feeling of power, was brought back to reality by these words. He turned to meet the eyes of the red-haired married woman. Seeing her confused, strange gaze, he grinned.
"Nothing. This lady, you need to be careful when you're out. Protect yourself from creeps."
"Ah? Creep?!"
Turning to the old man in astonishment, Obata Natsumi covered her mouth with slender hands. Shock filled her face. Her breasts and hips visibly trembled as she spoke unsteadily. "Could it be that just now..."
"Don't worry. That disgusting creep—I chased him off." Mu Xiaoxiao clasped his hands behind his back, showing a bright smile.
"Thank you." The beautiful young wife looked at the sunny, handsome smile of the boy before her, then at the disgusting man with darting small eyes. Understanding dawned. She patted her heaving chest.
"Creeps... how terrible." She hadn't expected to encounter such a thing on the train. If not for this child's warning, she might not have noticed. "My name is Obata Natsumi."
"I'm Mu Xiaoxiao." Mu Xiaoxiao blinked. "Beautiful name. Natsumi-san?"
"'San' is too much. I'm practically an old woman now. Actually, my daughter's about your age."
"Really? I never would have guessed. Someone as young and beautiful as you has a daughter?"
"You're exaggerating. Young and beautiful..." The beautiful wife smiled coyly for a moment, then suddenly bowed. "What happened just now, Mu-kun... thank you so much~"
Glimpsing the snow-white arc of the woman before him as she bent down, Mu Xiaoxiao's eyes began to gleam. He'd just tested his time ability. Now was perfect—
To test his hypnosis ability.
"It was nothing. I just did a small thing. But I accept your thanks." As he spoke, his hypnosis ability began to activate. Slowly approaching Obata Natsumi, he stood before her and lowered his voice.
"That said, Natsumi-san... a thank you like that isn't very sincere at all."
"Eh?"
Mu Xiaoxiao could smell the woman's pleasant scent. Every frown and smile revealed a sexy, seductive maturity. Her swaying breasts and hips radiated temptation. No wonder the creep couldn't forget her.
The old man who'd lost years of his life still stared their way.
"Don't you know, madam? When thanking someone properly, you should show your breasts. That's how you show sincerity."
'Show breasts?!'
'This... seems right. Just saying thank you like this really isn't sincere. At least I should show him my breasts. That would express my gratitude better.'
"You're right." Obata Natsumi met the boy's dark, deep eyes. Affected by hypnosis, she noticed nothing wrong or unusual. She showed a shy expression.
Her bright eyes glanced around shyly. This charming wife was like a little girl in that moment. "I also know that when thanking someone, I should... show my breasts. I want Mu-kun to feel my sincerity."
"But—but this is on the train... someone might see..."
'It worked.'
Mu Xiaoxiao touched his eyes and raised the corners of his mouth. He hadn't directly hypnotized her into becoming his slave. How boring would that be? Unlike [Absolute Control] , hypnosis consumed mental energy.
This method of suggestion consumed very little.
But the effect was no worse than other methods.
"Right. I wouldn't want such a beautiful lady to be seen by others." Mu Xiaoxiao nodded. "The train really isn't convenient."
"Mu-kun, you're really..."
Obata Natsumi shot him a glance. "That's too frivolous. Though I understand it's for my sake... Well, what should we do now? In a place like this."
"You don't need to show them." Mu Xiaoxiao leaned closer to her face. "But if you just let me touch and rub... that should be fine, right?"
Obata Natsumi's eyes widened, flushing at the boy's breath.
"...If it's just rubbing... that's fine. Mu-kun, you... go ahead."
She straightened her chest.
Pushing her chest up, pressing against her clothes, she presented herself before Mu Xiaoxiao. On this married woman's face, shyness mingled with tension.
"Then I... won't hold back."
He raised his hand and grabbed.
The soft sensation flowed from his palm through his entire body. Even through clothes, he could feel its amazing elasticity. He kneaded and played continuously. It was Obata Natsumi's first time being touched by anyone other than her husband.
Her bright red lips pressed tightly together. Her body trembled slightly. Blush spread all the way to her ears and neck. Her eyes grew hazy. Her exhaled breath brushed Mu Xiaoxiao's face.
They stood very close.
"Madam... you're so beautiful~" Mu Xiaoxiao raised an eyebrow and smiled. "Very tempting~"
"Oh, Mu-kun... you can't say such frivolous things." Obata Natsumi bit her pink lips with difficulty. "I'm already married. I have a husband."
Mu Xiaoxiao glanced at the softness beneath his palm with a strange expression. The shape was clearly felt through her clothes. "You say that, but you're letting me touch you like this, right?"
"This—this is just gratitude. It's different."
"..."
"You're right." Mu Xiaoxiao paused for a second, then showed another bright smile. "This is just gratitude. So, to express your gratitude better, madam... let me put my hand inside your clothes."
'Inside?'
Obata Natsumi stared blankly at Mu Xiaoxiao for a moment. Her red lips parted.
"...Okay."
Watching his hand slip inside her clothes, touching her smooth skin, caressing without any barrier, finally grasping the pair of delicate breasts on her chest intimately—
Squeezed. Caressed. Changed shape.
Like a toy in his hand. They nearly dripped with moisture.
No—Obata Natsumi couldn't help wetting the panties beneath her skirt...
Her body was marked by the scent of a man other than her husband.
'This is just gratitude. It shouldn't bring pleasure. Otherwise... would I be that kind of wanton woman?'
But... it really was comfortable.