Neurolink System in the Modern World

Aiku's tears streamed down her face while her body knelled on the ground.

At the same time, the entire place reverted to its original state.

A sense of relief washed over her. She had a mix of emotions on her face because she found peace in the fact that she had managed to "kill" that person.

But it was only for a fleeting moment, her expression turned blanked of nowhere.

Her brain underwent a complete rewire, and not just her memory, but her heart as well. All the traumas she had endured vanished, leaving behind a partially blanked slate .

This was unlike forcibly changing her through my suggestion; it was a genuine transformation. Even if my power was gone, she would never revert back to her previous self.

I recalled the time when I dominated Gye Young(Teacher in Go-yang School ) . Despite my control, she still harbored feelings for her ex-boyfriend. It became evident that the heart of a person retained its own memories. Even when I used my suggestion on someone, they merely followed me against their will. The same applied to Oath.

In secret, I had been investigating this phenomenon. I even went so far as to completely alter a person's memory, but it proved futile. The moment I questioned them again, they could still recall the things I had just changed. This made them vulnerable to leaking information, especially if someone possessed abilities similar to mine and could extract their memories.

If I went overboard, I risked turning the person into a walking vegetable, their brain fried beyond repair, left only with basic instincts and my limited set of commands.

But during that state where I was one with Computer Mind, I found some answers to my questions, and now I was able to try my hypothesis.

The problem with my suggestion, or any other form of hypnosis, was that its effect was essentially like adding extra post-it notes to a person's mental to-do list. The past experiences, memories, and feelings that had already built up the whole personality were still there, lurking beneath the layers of manipulation.

To get around this, my plan involved recreating the memories people had, but not going all Picasso on them—just tweaking the outcome a bit.

It was like playing with a Choose Your Own Adventure book, convincing the mind that the altered memory was the real deal all along. Tricking the brain.

Since the alterations weren't too drastic, the mind didn't trigger its defense mechanisms by hiding the original memory tucked away somewhere in the recesses of the brain, beyond even my abilities to reach.

So now, no matter how hard others tried to extract the memories of my puppets, they wouldn't be able to uncover any useful information.

It was the perfect solution for my next plan, which was to create my own super soldiers—loyal and custom-made by me. An army where, no matter what others did, they wouldn't be able to trace it back to me.

'That was a good experiment,' I chuckled to myself.

As for taking advantage of Aiku? Well, I wasn't crazy enough to do that to her.

Instead, I thought about the traumas she carried, which led her to create a twisted persona, one that involved killing old men to satisfy her cravings for contentment. She was the perfect candidate to test my hypothesis .

Right now, she looked at me with eyes with a blanked gaze. I asked her questions about her past actions, like killing all those old men, and she no longer have any recollections of it which means my experiment was a complete success .

The final touch was to solidify the input of her new memory from the moment she stabbed her mother's boyfriend.

In her new memory, she successfully broke free from her mother.

Then, she began living on her own until she awakened her powers. Next, she found herself haunted by Cerebrum , and it was me, or rather, an altered version of me (Different Face), who helped her.

"Thank you, Master," she bowed her head.

Looking at her transformed self filled me with pride.

'Alright, time for a reward,' I thought to myself.

She was still kneeling in the cold floor when I got close, grabbed a chair, and sat on it.

My hard cock was on full display, and while I said I wasn't insane enough to do that to her during that experiment, I never said I wouldn't fuck her after.

I won't be me, If I walked away from this without giving her my D , It's okay, I could heal her later with my other powers, so there was no risk she wouldn't be able to handle my cock.

First, I took hold of her two tiny hands and guided her to rub my dick, which was already dry, so I requested that she spit on it.

She did so without protesting. Next, I ordered her to open her lips and use her tiny tongue to lick the tip of my cock She was no longer as skilled in doing a blow job—obviously as a result of her being a virgin in her new memory.

Regardless , It still felt amazing to fuck her mouth this way, so I gradually increased my thrust. It was just the tip at first, then half, and eventually a deep throat that left her choked and breathless. I could even see my own cock's shape on the skin of her throat.

As her eyes watered and she gasped for air, I paused momentarily to ensure her comfort and safety. Sensing her eagerness to learn, I resumed with a gentler rhythm, allowing her to catch her breath .

Then, whenever she was comfortable enough, I started increasing the pace, pushing deeper into her throat with each thrust.

The sound of her gagging mixed with her moans filled the room, heightening the intensity of our connection. With every movement, I could feel her surrendering to the pleasure, her body trembling in anticipation of what was to come next.

Which was a bucket load of my semen.

My white stuff burst open inside her throat, and I kept pumping until every last drop was released.

She tried to push me back for a breather , but I gripped her hair, forcing her to swallow all of my cum.

"That's right, drink everything like a good girl,"