[Comprehensive] sense of existence

This is a secret between Ala Lei and the professor.

Only the professor knows the impact of her heightened presence, and it's only short-lived.She can barely control the sad situation where she has zero sense of existence, but Arale never thought that she can influence the powerful Charles now.

"I will definitely lose this game."

She chose to give up before she started.

"How do you know if you don't try?"

Charles' voice was encouraging, and even if he knew he would fail, he couldn't help but want to try.

What if it works.

Thinking of this, Arale couldn't help sitting up straight, and her expression became serious.

"If you are affected, don't take your face and deny it"

Charles sat idly in the wheelchair, facing her completely unprepared, with a trace of laziness on his brows, as if he was really defenseless.

"Come on," he said, "let me feel your power."

Arale stared closely at Charles, trying to find any gap in his eyes that could attack.She rubbed her hands together nervously, cleared her throat, and said clearly, "Drink this glass of water, Charles."

Charles' fingertips circled the rim of the glass.

"not enough."

Alale pursed her lips and continued to speak: "You are very thirsty now, your throat is so dry, water is the only thing you need now, drink it, let the cold water flow slowly from the tip of your tongue to moisten your throat. You are now Thirsty, need water, water in your hands drink it, Charles."

Charles' throat moved, and he looked at the water glass in his hand with his eyes half down, and said in a low voice: "Not enough."

After trying several times, Ala Lei always ended in failure.

After one bout of energy, he failed again and again and exhausted three times. Arale's courage was exhausted under his "not enough".

"I can't do it." The last attempt still failed, and Arale leaned on the back of the chair, her limbs were weak as if her body had been emptied.Although I did successfully influence various bosses the first few times, this was completely a natural reflex in a critical situation.She now doubts whether she can influence others at all.

"You didn't use the right method." Charles was very patient, "Close your eyes and let yourself guard against every word I said."

"Ah? Precautions?" Just as Arale wanted to express her doubts, Charles put away all her doubts with gentle and unquestionable eyes, closed her eyes obediently, and tensed her mind into a string.

What is he trying to do?Could it be that the character design of the game has been reversed and he has become the one being influenced?

It wasn't until Arale realized that the positions of the two players had switched, that Charles' voice seemed to ring softly in his ears, "How do you feel now?"

ear?Arale subconsciously wanted to open her eyes, and Charles seemed to have a premonition and stretched out his arms to cover her eyes.

"Don't open your eyes."

Losing the advantage of vision, the other five senses in the darkness become extremely sensitive.

The slightly callused palm covered her eyelids, and she could clearly feel the heat from his palm when she moved her eyes.

The voice in the ear rang again.

"How do you feel now?"

Arale swallowed involuntarily, "Blank. I don't feel anything."

"No, you're nervous." Charles' voice was as gentle as a feather fluttering at the tip of her heart. The voice seemed so close at hand, as long as he tilted his earlobe slightly, he should be able to touch his lips. illusion.

"The body stiffened involuntarily, and when I heard my voice and even breathing, I felt a tickle in my throat. You even felt that the turtleneck sweater you were wearing was confining your throat, and you couldn't help but want to tear it open. "

After what he said, Arale really had the illusion of a strange itchy throat involuntarily.No, this is a trap.Resisting the urge not to pull the collar of the sweater, she kept swallowing, her throat sliding up and down.

"Do you hate this feeling?" Following his voice, Alalei's thoughts seemed to be floating in the air, illusory, like a kite being tightly pulled by the string, being grasped up and down.

Disgusting...disgusting...spirit seems to be under control, clearly able to have a clear consciousness but is still affected by his words, can sensitively perceive that he should be approaching, breathing can be heard very clearly, throat is almost tight To explode, the saliva does not help her throat, only water, gulping water may stop her throat itching.

But... I really like it.The professor is close at hand, his aura is lingering around, and every sound he makes has a faint magic power that seems gentle and restrained but exudes a honey-like temptation.

I feel that Charles' cheek is right in front of me, as if lying on the bed while drunk and staring face to face, the eyes that bred the blue sky and ocean are full of her reflection.

At this time, a slightly cool glass-like rim was pressed against her lips.

Arale's first thought was water, this is water.

Her lips parted slightly, and she raised her head slightly, eager to drink it.

The lips were against the mouth of the cup, unable to reach the water source, and the pink tip of the tongue loomed between the mouth.The person who controlled her trembled, and the cold white water dripped into Alalei's mouth, and the drops of water that hadn't had time to swallow slid down the corners of her lips to her neck, and finally disappeared into the depths of her clothes.

After drinking the water, Alare sighed contentedly, and gradually regained her consciousness after not hearing the sound for a long time.

The hand covering her eyes has long been withdrawn.

Arale opened his eyes in a trance.

What catches the eye is the familiar ceiling.She blinked to react.

"I, I, I..." She sat up straight, holding the armrest tightly with both hands, with an unbelievable look, "I was hypnotized by you?"

Charles, who was already a meter away from her, had lost more than half of the water glass in his hand.

Charles' expression was so calm that he couldn't tell whether her reaction just now was funny or embarrassing.

Those memories come one after another, but it is not clear which is fantasy and which is real.Alale wiped her mouth with her sleeve and muttered to herself, "This is too scary."

"I didn't hypnotize you." Charles sat quietly in the wheelchair with his eyes half-downcast, "I just used words to influence your thinking after you relaxed, and let your thinking involuntarily associate with my words."

Generate...association?So those thoughts of my own came out of my own mind?Except that Charles put his hand over his eyes, is everything else just his imagination?

Alalei hugged her head abruptly, raised her legs to the chair and curled up.

Ahhhh, the professor's mind reading skills.

When the professor is in class, she is teaching her experience, but she wants to be a professor when she is learning experience. This, this, this...

Arale began to enter the vicious circle of self-spitting.

The only luck is that the professor sticks to his promise, don't, don't peep at her thoughts.

"Well... I didn't do anything strange, did I?" She raised her head cautiously and asked.

Charles smiled, "Are you talking about drinking water by yourself?"

Did you drink it yourself?No wonder she felt that her neck was wet. Alale tugged at her collar and said dryly, "This... I lost this game."

"No, you didn't." Charles raised his arm slightly, sipped the remaining water in the glass along the place where Arale had drunk it, and drank it down in one gulp, his thirsty throat was relieved a little.

Arale was dumbfounded.

"Have you longed to drink?"

No, it's when you see your craving for water.

"No, it's because I talked too much when I was teaching you, and I was thirsty." Charles turned his head away, the red tips of his ears were covered by his slightly long hair, only showing a perfect side face.

"But I still haven't learned the essence of what you taught me." Alale swallowed her saliva looking at his side face, and pulled her gaze back to frown. "It's very difficult to make the enemy relax their vigilance."

Charles seemed to have an idea: "Then surprise."

"My method is just a simple demonstration." Charles brushed the hair in the corner of his eyes, and his voice was not slow and slow, "Your radio station is an important platform to show your sense of existence, late at night It is the easiest time for people to relax, and your influence is constantly working."

That was the conclusion Charles had been listening to her on the radio these days.

So Iron Man's ex-girlfriend, s/m queen Irene, and the woman of the boss of the underworld are not accidental.

Thinking of this, Arale couldn't help hesitating.

"So...I mean if...if I use many platforms to issue orders and say something...cannibalism, then the affected humans..."

"That's right." Charles confirmed her guess, "They will kill each other."

Arale took a deep breath.

"But you are still a long way from that step." There was a slight smile on the corner of Charles's lips, "It can't even affect me who relaxes my vigilance."

Arale: "..."

Just when she found out that her sense of existence had such an effect of preserving the laws of nature and destroying human desires, a basin of cold water was poured on her head, which made her heart extremely cold.

"I thought I could ask them to send me one hundred dollars each to my card on the radio." Arale was dejected.

Charles laughed: "I'm very happy."

"Happy? What's there to be happy about?"

"I'm glad you didn't have bad thoughts in your heart because of this powerful ability to influence."

Arale: "..."

Surprised by the professor's three views, he spoke.

Alalei calmed down for a long time before recovering her voice, "You... actually listened to me saying that they sent money and didn't preach to me?"

"Would you do it?" Charles asked.

Likely before, but now...

The words stuck in her throat were incongruous, and Arale exhaled fiercely, refusing to answer the question.

She stood up from the chair, folded her arms around her chest, and swore loudly: "Sooner or later, I will become that awesome mutant." Then let you love me to the death.

Charles smiled lightly, "I will wait until that day comes."

The author has something to say:-

Ala Lei: I think the professor was very close to me at that time.

Charles: How close?

Ala Lei: No more than two centimeters.

Charles: No, I'm only one kiss away from you.

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