The Man with Hypnotic Powers Doesn't Hold Back the Second Time Around-Chapter 180

Sibylla faced Aika's fury and murderous intent head-on.

And in between them stood Yujin, caught in the middle of it all.

-Sniff, sniff.-

“Huh? What’s this musty smell all of a sudden?”

Yujin’s nose twitched as it picked up something unusual.

A strange smell—it was hard to ignore.

Normally, he might have brushed it off as unimportant.

But this wasn’t a normal situation.

Aika looked ready to half-kill Sibylla, and things were already hanging by a thread.

In any other circumstance, Yujin would’ve focused on defusing the tension first.

But this time—

“Why do I feel so uneasy all of a sudden? Why is this giving me chills?”

His instincts flared with warning.

Though the memory had been wiped away with hypnosis,

his body still remembered the mental trauma of confronting that incident with Seol Hayeon.

It was as if his instincts were screaming at him:

“If you’re not careful, you might relive that nightmare.”

Yujin wasn’t about to ignore this gut feeling.

“Where is this smell coming from...?”

His searching gaze froze mid-movement.

There it was. Sibylla’s skirt, soaked through and practically see-through.

Since she wasn’t wearing underwear, the damp fabric was teetering dangerously close to revealing too much.

And as for why it was wet, Yujin realized the moment he saw it.

“Sensei, stop!!”

[Sibylla peed herself!!]

He shouted both aloud and through telepathy, urgently pleading with Aika.

Sibylla had wet herself—any more pressure would violate the Geneva Conventions, he argued, his voice tinged with desperation.

“Why does the chairwoman’s face keep popping into my head? Did I do something wrong again...?”

Unbidden, the memory of the chairwoman’s incident floated to the surface.

Even though the memory itself was gone, the guilt remained.

Yujin had no way of knowing.

The chairwoman’s unfortunate "accident" had been wiped from his memory along with that incident.

In his mind, he reasoned:

“Why do I feel so guilty? Oh, it’s because of me, isn’t it? I must’ve caused her to wet herself by stopping her earlier.”

The residual guilt from Seol Hayeon’s incident fused with his new guilt over Sibylla, amplifying his misplaced sympathy.

[Let’s send Sibylla to the bathroom first, okay? I’ll explain everything to you afterward, Sensei.]

[...]

[Please, Sensei. I feel terrible for Sibylla. For my sake, just hold back for a bit.]

Thus began Yujin’s desperate attempt to shield Sibylla.

He stood between her and Aika, conveying his plea:

“Please, don’t humiliate this poor woman any further.”

And Aika’s reaction?

-Tilt.-

“...Pee? That’s not it. If she had peed, the bottom of her skirt or the sofa would be wet, not the top.”

Aika cast a quick glance behind Sibylla, tilting her head in confusion.

Unlike Yujin, who had jumped to conclusions based on what he could see, Aika’s clairvoyance gave her the full picture.

What she saw told a different story.

The dampness wasn’t from urine; it was from sweat.

Sibylla had simply sweated profusely—likely due to the life-threatening pressure she had just endured.

“Ugh... uh....”

“Does Yujin think I peed myself? Is that why he’s defending me?”

In truth, Sibylla hadn’t wet herself.

The hypnosis Yujin had placed earlier—“Tell me if you really need to use the bathroom”—had elicited no reaction from her at the time.

She hadn’t needed to go then, and nothing had changed in the few minutes since.

The wetness on her skirt was purely from sweat.

Her first-ever brush with death had caused her body to overheat, and sweat had poured out in response to cool her down.

Both Aika and Sibylla knew this.

[Disciple, this woman just...]

[And it reeks! Sibylla’s still a woman, you know. She must be mortified! Let her go, please!]*

But Yujin was firmly convinced otherwise.

The smell—musty, unpleasant, and damp—confirmed his suspicion.

“Yep, she definitely peed herself. No question about it.”

He had no idea that sweat from the groin area smelled similar to armpit sweat, making it naturally more pungent.

And with Sibylla being a white woman, her body odor was slightly more noticeable than that of an East Asian.

It was no wonder Yujin jumped to the wrong conclusion.

“But wait, why does this smell seem familiar? Could it be Alice...?”

-Ding.-

[The skill ‘Perfect Hypnosis’ has been activated.]

“...No, that’s not it. There’s no way someone as cute as Alice would smell like this.”

The presence of a hypnosis filter dubbed “Rose-Colored Glasses” didn’t help either.

Determined to defend her honor, Yujin doubled down on his stance.

For Sibylla’s sake, he was going to protect the reputation of “the lemonade dispenser.”

Had Seol Hayeon seen this, she would’ve exploded with rage, screaming:

“This rotten jerk! Back then with me...!!”

-Stare.-

“Maybe we should let her clean up in the bathroom...? As a fellow woman, I can’t help but feel sorry for her.”

Yujin’s earnest plea softened Aika’s resolve somewhat.

Initially, she’d been ready to obliterate this pantyless pervert.

But seeing Sibylla mistaken for someone who had wet herself sparked a bit of pity.

“Does Ninomiya think I peed myself too? This is so unfair!”

Sibylla’s face flushed even redder.

As America’s sole S-Class Awakened, she represented her entire nation.

To be accused of peeing herself in front of not one but two S-Class individuals?

It was beyond humiliating—it was an international disgrace.

“And worse, Yujin probably thinks of me as some woman who wets herself...”

On top of everything else, Sibylla was still a young woman in her twenties.

She had feelings and a sense of pride, no matter how tough she seemed.

Being falsely accused of peeing herself, especially in front of someone she liked?

It was unbearable.

“T-that’s not....”

-Pause.-

“......”

But for some reason, she hesitated.

Her pupils trembled as if an earthquake had struck her psyche.

“If I explain it’s just sweat... she might try to kill me again!”

She recalled the murderous intent she had felt earlier.

It wasn’t just a threat; it was pure, unfiltered bloodlust from one of the world’s strongest.

Even Seol Hayeon had struggled to remain composed in the face of such fear.

“So, I have to choose: do I die physically or socially?”

Faced with an impossible dilemma, Sibylla weighed her options.

Admit the truth and die with her honor intact as an S-Class Awakened?

Or accept the misunderstanding and live as a “lemonade dispenser”?

Her choice as America’s only S-Class Awakened, considered on par with nuclear weapons, was—

“For the sake of America...!!!”

-Drip.-

“Hic... hic... Please let me go to the bathroom....”

She chose survival.

Clutching her skirt, she looked utterly pitiful.

“Poor thing... she’s really embarrassed. I’m so sorry, Sibylla!”

[Let her go, Sensei.]

[Fine, Disciple.]*

Thus, Aika and Yujin reached a rare compromise.

They agreed to let Sibylla go clean herself up.

It didn’t take long for Sibylla to be released.

“Go to the bathroom... actually, take the chairwoman’s house key. Go wash up there, and I’ll get you a change of clothes.”

“Thank you....”

“...Don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone about this.”

“......”

Under the tender yet cruel kindness of a certain young man,

Sibylla escaped the danger to her life and headed to the designated place.

The sound of water echoed as she vigorously scrubbed herself in the shower.

“I didn’t pee... it’s just sweat....”

She clenched her fists, shaking with frustration.

Sibylla was deeply, deeply aggrieved.

***

After sending Sibylla off to shower, I quickly explained the situation to my mentor.

It didn’t take long for her anger to subside.

"You hypnotized her? Told her to 'be yours'?"

"Yes. Aika and I are fine, but Sibylla is honestly quite weak. She seemed even weaker than Kong."

"That’s true, but still, to tell someone to 'be yours'... that’s a bit much, don’t you think?"

"I had no choice. Pyemon’s hypnosis works exactly like that. If it weren’t for that, I’d have just used a secrecy hypnosis and left it at that."

I explained my actions were purely strategic, and it seemed to make sense to her.

"Even so, how can you say something like that so easily? It’s not a confession or anything, you know..."

-Scoop. Cradle.-

"...!!!? What are you doing?"

"It’s just for two days, and I’m not going to do anything strange, so it’s fine, isn’t it?"

"D-Disciple!? What are you suddenly—"

Before she could continue, I swept her up in a princess carry, cradling her gently.

I cajoled her with a soothing tone.

The effect was instant.

"...Oh, really?"

"Of course! I mean, look, Aika, why would I ever care about someone like Sibylla? I have the prettiest, strongest, kindest, and cutest princess in the entire world right here."

"...H-Hehe, you’re the best, Disciple!"

Aika’s expression softened into a bright, cheerful smile, as if the earlier anger had never existed.

Her grin was so cute, I couldn’t help but smile back.

"Oh, right! I brought a bento. Are you hungry?"

"A bento? Actually, I am. Where is it?"

"Over there! I’ll feed you, so stay like this!"

"Okay~."

And so, the situation quickly smoothed itself out.

I pampered my mentor, and she fed me her homemade bento while nestled in my arms.

Before we knew it, we had returned to being the harmonious mentor and disciple we always were.

-Chew, chew.-

"By the way, Aika, you’re wearing a hakama today. I thought you didn’t like that style."

"That’s because today is an important day! As a mentor, I need to look proper when my disciple has a match with... someone!"

With that, the conversation naturally shifted to light-hearted small talk.

We touched on the Academy Festival’s centerpiece event: the cadets’ sparring matches.

A smile spread across my face.

"Oh, Aika, remember this?"

"Hmm? What is it~?"

"You said you’d teach me swordsmanship. You promised you’d teach me if I could withstand hypnosis for just one second."

"...Ah, yes, I did say that, didn’t I?"

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Our eyes met, both of us recalling the promise we had made not long after meeting in this timeline.

The agreement had been that I’d learn swordsmanship once my physical abilities caught up with my technical skills.

"Can we tweak that promise a little?"

"Hmm. Tell me what you want! I’ll grant you anything!"

A mischievous grin spread across my lips.

"Instead of resisting hypnosis for just one second, what if I could endure it for much longer?

And not just resist—but reach a level where I could defeat even you with ease..."

-Smirk.-

"Would you willingly hand over your title as the #1 S-Class?"