3 chapter-3

[The Corruption of the Mind: 6%]

"What? You mean I can give her small commands and further corrupt her mind?" A wicked grin spread across my face, my eyes gleaming with malicious intent. "Hehe... if that's the case, then I'll break her mind in less than three days."

[Mana depleted]

"Oh, shit! I need to do something about my mana, or I won't be able to do anything," I muttered, a sense of urgency coursing through me. "What's my mana regeneration rate?"

A window suddenly materialized before me, displaying the information I sought.

[1 mana per minute]

"Damn, that's a pitiful recovery rate," I scoffed. "Well, I hope it increases as I level up."

A wave of drowsiness washed over me, my eyelids growing heavy. "Uwahhhh... I think I'll sleep for now."

Half an hour later...

After a brief nap, my mana reserves had replenished to their fullest.

"Time to put it to use," I muttered, determination etched upon my face.

"Freya, come to my room," I commanded.

One minute later, Freya entered my room.

[Mind Corruption: 7%]

"Umm... why am I here? You called me, Anon?" Freya questioned, her voice tinged with confusion.

"Ah, no, Mom. I didn't," I replied, feigning innocence.

"Hmmm... what's happening to me?" Freya's brow furrowed, a hint of discomfort evident on her face.

"Freya, remove your clothes," I commanded, anticipation filling my voice.

"Ah... my head hurts!" Freya cried out suddenly.

[Due to the low corruption level, the target's mind is pushing back against your command.]

"Shit," I cursed under my breath. "Command cancel."

"Mom, are you alright?" I quickly stood up from the bed, reaching out to touch Freya's shoulder, utilizing my remaining skill.

"Memory Alter."

Hmmm... let's give this a try.

"Ah, yes! I remember now. I came to your room to collect your clothes for washing," Freya responded, her voice now filled with certainty.

"Phew... it worked," I muttered in relief.

[400 experience gained]

[Level up]

"What? I can earn experience by altering someone's memories?" Surprise washed over me as another window materialized in front of me.

[Every time you successfully use one of your skills on a target, you will earn experience.]

"Oh, that's quite convenient," I smirked, savoring the newfound knowledge.

After Freya took the clothes and left my room, I checked my status.

[Name: Anon Agreil]

[Level: 3]

[Experience: 120/600]

[Skill Points: 9]

[Age: 16]

[Race: Human]

[Class: Mind Flayer]

[Mana: 64/64]

[HP: 128/128]

[Skills: {Mind Control (Lv.1)} {Memory Eater (Lv.2)} {Memory Altering (Lv.2)} {Psychic Connection (Lv.2)}]

"Now, let's use these skill points," I mused aloud, a mischievous glint in my eyes.

"Add 5 skill points to Psychic Connection."

[Psychic Connection: Lv. 7]

"Nice. Now, let's get to work."

Stealthily, I made my way toward the backyard window, my gaze fixated on Freya's milky-white body as she toiled under the blazing sun. But I wasn't here merely to admire her physique. If I wanted to break her mind, I had two methods at my disposal: intense pleasure or intense fear and sadness.

As a gentleman, I'd opt for pleasure as my first choice, though the vibes might not be very gentlemanly, akin to seducing my step-mom. But who cared?

"Freya, remember that night when you experienced the most passionate sex of your life," I whispered, my voice laced with subtle manipulation.

I didn't believe that evoking a pleasant memory would strain her mind too much.

Gradually, Freya's expression began to shift, her face turning a shade of crimson.

"Oh shit, I can feel it. She's becoming aroused," I thought, a devious grin spreading across my face.

"Freya, it's okay to indulge in your desires. No one is around to see you," I continued, fully aware that our secluded location ensured the neighbors' houses were far away.

Suddenly, I noticed Freya ceasing her laundry and instead, succumbing to the temptation, she began to fondle her right breast while biting her lower lip.

"Hehe... just like that, succumb to my commands and embrace your corruption, you sultry bitch," I chuckled to myself.

[Mind Corruption: 13%]

"Nice, nice," I muttered in satisfaction. The assault on her mind through sexual manipulation had accelerated the corruption process.

"I don't think I'll need three days to break her mind," I remarked, relishing in my power.

"Let's see what happens if I do this," I pondered, my voice dripping with anticipation.

"Freya, every time you come near me, you'll experience heightened levels of arousal due to my male pheromones," I implanted the command deep into her subconscious, a passive directive that would corrupt her mind over time.