This is a story about the grandfather of Book, the protagonist.
It is to be read like it was a memoir written by the grandfather.
First of all, I will explain the circumstances behind my decision to write this memoir.
I have spent most of my life living for my desires while devoted to the research of the technique known as Hypnosis.
Tracing back to the origin, this technique belonged to my brother of the main family, but was now mostly my own exclusive technique thanks to having achieved a peculiar evolution. In fact, my brother is not even aware of the fact that he is under my hypnosis.
This technique, which can manipulate the feelings of the target and operate them freely, has helped me a lot in venting out my abnormal amount of sexual desire.
Therefore, to think that my genitals became disabled at the age of 40, even now I still can’t somewhat believe it.
No, putting things another way, perhaps it is because I continued to diffuse my lust like this that led to this result.
This impotency itself was the main reason that I felt uncertainty at the fact that I was not absolute.
What I will be writing from now on is a story of how I, who had become like this, thought to fulfill my desires.
If possible, I pray that, as you read this, the present me has become normal.
First of all, I, who had become like this, was eager to regain my past self.
I have tried drugs and treatments many a time, but without results.
Therefore, I decided to first try doing it with my own method. By using women.
To begin with, the women of this area, regardless of age, have had sexual contact with me. It is no exaggeration to say that likely half of the children in this city are mine.
Seeking for more stimulating intercourse, I forced them into it with hypnosis.
Even if it results in three casualties, it pretty much ended without raising any results.
I realised that new sexual contact could not treat it.
The next thing I thought to address was the source of my libido.
Assuming that I no longer had libido inside of me, those in the same position as me would be children devoid of sexual desires.
If I find the beginning of those children’s sexual desires, then I may be able to find something new that could let me regain my libido.
And so, we gathered over 10 boys and girls without sexual desires in this city.
I placed all of them under hypnosis and forcefully promoted the development of their secondary sex characteristics.
As a result, several of the boys became emaciated from ejaculating too much, and the remaining boys were pretty much rendered impotent.
Due to mostly recovering after applying a mental suggestion, the girls were not of any particular concern.
While feeling a minimal amount of sentiment for the children that were no longer of use, I let their parents deal with them.
Having come here, I began to feel as though I was at an impasse, but then hope suddenly fell to me.
At year’s end, my son’s family who had been away were returning.
Originally, my son had a gentle character similar to his wife.
I know the wife of my son, his childhood friend, very well. This woman has been thinking of my son ever since she was young, and the memory of me, who knew this, continuing to play with and violate her for several days before my son’s very eyes still remained in me.
Because I regretted getting her pregnant with my child while she was a student, I made up my mind and had her become engaged with my son. Although I may be like this, I believe I did something that my son wished for.
The two students who married left the house naturally, and lived in an address that I did not know of.
And the one who was sandwiched between the two was both my grandson and my child.
He looked like he was still young and did not have any sexual desires.
Naturally, I used him in my experiments.
In doing so, an unexpected result appeared.
That man’s sexual desire was amazingly kicked up a notch, and with his bounds of reason still removed, I left him for three days in a warehouse with women inside.
Amazingly, during those three days, my grandson spread his seed without sleep as he ravaged all the women.
I also couldn’t hide my surprise at the appearance of the beast who had killed the man, feeling lust as it shook the borrowed girls and swung its hips.
I gazed at it dubiously for one or two days, but on the third day, I realised that it just wasn’t normal.
It was then that I finally stopped my grandson from running wild, supporting his exhausted legs.
From there, I continued to observe my grandson. Although it had nothing to do with the origins of lust, I felt an indescribable sense of nostalgia from his figure.
Or rather, my son really never took after me.
However, this grandchild’s figure reminds me of my own former self that was simply faithful to my desires.
At that time, I came to a conclusion.
A person’s libido is something that originally comes from their reproductive instincts. Something born by the eager will to hand down one’s own gene.
In the first place, I couldn’t nod my head to this instinct. As for why, that is because genes are vague concepts, and, rather than being proof of their own, are nothing but raw materials that create incomplete replicas of themselves without accumulating any of the knowledge they have learned.
However, from this grandson’s appearance, I was able to feel that I was boundless. I was convinced that this was a gift brought to me by my own genes.
I had fulfilled my libido. In other words, I need to leave behind and have my will, memories and knowledge inherited–or so I began to think.
After that, I strived to leave all of my hypnosis research in a textbook to pass it on in a reasonable manner.
The text book is almost complete, but, of course, this was not all there was.
There are still 12 more ideas to research.
Thus, I will have my successor return to my son’s house for now. Because there’s no point in him staying here at the moment.
In order to complete the remaining research, I traveled back home to learn further about the others’ techniques.
There wasn’t much to gain, but even a little bit of knowledge will be of use.
Furthermore, I also obtained a by-product.
What was being experimented in the storehouse will allow me to reach even deeper into the realm of hypnosis.
To that end, I borrowed a single person who could use hypnosis from my brother.
By hypnotising a hypnotist, there is a chance to gain a new technique.
What I received was a single woman. She was my brother’s grandchild in name only, but it’s likely that she may also be my child. Although I remember laying my hands on everyone in that entire family, I couldn’t really grasp the blood connection.
Her name is Manaka Ai.
From here on, this would be the experimental body used for my will.
At the dawn of this experiment’s completion, I will directly send my will and entrust it to him.