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Sorry I'm late again! This one was pretty hard to revise, it ended up taking longer than i'd hoped to get a story I was satisfied with. But to make up for it, I've got something special planned soon. Anyways, here we have a sequel to my Jeanne piece (www.deviantart.com/izanagistru… ) from ivatent (Source: danbooru.donmai.us/posts/39504… )
One would assume, based on our relationship, that Jeanne is my only Servant. That’s actually not true though, in fact, Jeanne wasn’t even my first Servant. That distinction goes to Jeanne Alter, or Jalter as she prefers to be called. I don’t know all of the details, but from what I understand, she was created by a man named Gilles de Rais, who made Jalter to be his ideal version of Jeanne: full of anger and vengeance for the cruel fate that she suffered.

But despite all of that, there is a part of her that doesn’t want to be that kind of person. She’s still concerned for the people around her, still has interests of her own, and even has poorly disguised affection for yours truly. An affection that I reciprocated, but since Jeanne was honest about her feelings and had the strength to be vulnerable around me, she ended up beating Jalter in the game of love. Yet, no matter how tough she acts, it’s clear just how much that fact tortures her. How alone and helpless she feels. How heartbroken she is.

As I parse through my thoughts, trying to understand how I actually feel about the situation with Jalter, I’m interrupted by my favorite giggle and a kiss on my cheek.

“Good morning, darling~”

I rub my eyes before responding.

“Good morning, Jeanne~”

“How did you sleep- O-oh, dear…”

“Ehehe… yeah, not very well. Then again, I’m not the only with with bags in their eyes.”

Jeanne rubs her eyes and laughs, then we get breakfast, sitting at the table by the window while we eat. We make small talk and all, but we both have our attention centered outside, on the bench that Jalter has been sitting at the past few days. She normally hates being outside for very long, but she’s been spending all of her time walking around aimlessly, then resting at that bench, her head lowered as she no doubt glares at every passerby who glances her way.

“Do you think she’s ready to talk yet?”

“No… I think she needs a bit more time. Besides, talking isn’t exactly her strong suit.”

Despite Jalter being a literal dark mirror of herself, Jeanne has never felt any ill will towards her. Quite the opposite, in fact. She just wants Jalter to be happy, to bury her hatred along with her sadness, and go on living a more meaningful life. That level of understanding and kindness is just one of many reasons I love Jeanne so much…

“What if you hypnotized her, master? Then you could make her feel better, right?”

“O-only for a little while though, she’d be miserable again the second she gets let out. Unless I rewrite her personality, but-”

Suddenly, Jeanne walks over to me and sits on my lap, a concerned look on her face. Out of the corner of my eye, I notice my reflection in the window, and I’m blushing just by thinking about a hypnotized Jalter.

“You still love her, don’t you, dear?”

I stay silent. I don’t even know the answer to that question, let alone how I would explain it to Jeanne. I certainly care about her a lot, but do I love her…?

“O-oh! I didn’t mean it like- I-I mean- I-I-I don’t doubt your love for me for a second, master! I know you won’t betray my love!”

“It’s ok, it’s ok. I know you didn’t mean it like that. And… I think you might be right. I will always love you first and foremost, but I think I still love her too.”

“I see… Ok! Then you can marry her too!”

I almost choke on my coffee hearing Jeanne say that. She, of all people, advocating for a harem!

“I mean, don’t get me wrong, I don’t want you marrying every woman who catches your eye, but if you love her, then we can both marry you! I know you’ll be true to both of us. You’re more than enough to make us both happy, master~”

“I love you Jeanne. I don’t know what else to say~”

“*giggle*! Yes you do~”

“Yeeeeah, you’re right. ‘You are my sex toy’.”

“I love you so, master~. ‘I am nothing but a cock sock’.”

A few hours later, Jeanne is resting after a particularly intense hypno-sex session, and I’m waiting at Jalter’s usual spot for her to come back. Eventually, she gets back, but she doesn’t notice me until she almost bumps into me. She jumps back, startled, before yelling as usual.

“Ugh! If it isn’t master! What, did you come here to beg for attention or something!? Yeah, I bet you’re really regretting choosing the inferior Jeanne now, huh!?”

“Well… yes and no. I’ve decided that I want both Jeanne’s for myself. I want to share my love with you, too. I don’t want you to be alone.”

“So it’s pity!? Is that it-”

Just then, she freezes up. She finally looked directly at me, and fell right into my hypnotic spell.

“Not at all, Jalter. I just want you to be happy, and I know Jeanne does too. But for that to happen, I’m going to have to make some changes. Nothing major, of course. Just your anger issues, revenge, inferiority complex, a tiny piece of your free will… actually, maybe that is kinda major~”

“You…! You- I love you~ n-no! I love you! Agh! No, that’s not-”

“Not what? Not your main purpose in life?”

“I must have… revenge! Revenge against… against…? My… masters… enemies? No, that can’t be… it’s love! I must love my master and be his wife! Because his love saved me from an empty existence! Because I love my master more than anything!”

“Very good, my cute little Jalter~”

This is going even more smoothly than expected! I knew Jalter wouldn’t last too long, since her secret desire is for a life like the one I’m giving her. Because of that, she isn’t resisting nearly as much as she would be; She is subconsciously giving in to my hypnotic spell. The best part is, I’m not even making her fall in love with me. That’s just the natural love she already felt. Love so strong, that red hearts formed in her eyes.

“Alright then, Jalter. I think that’s enough hypnosis for now. You’ll awaken when I snap my fingers.”

I snap my fingers, and Jalter jolts back awake, a much gentler expression on her face. She looks at me for a moment, before bursting into tears and burying her head in my chest.

“Master! I love you so much, master! I would be honored to be your wife, master…”

“I thought you’d be more angry about the hypnotism, dear~”

“D-dear? You really called me dear… you really love me! O-oh, umm, anyways! Well, I thought I’d be more angry too, but then I realized how much happier I felt when you first took my anger away. Then you started to take away my vengeance, and it finally clicked: I wasn’t alone, you wanted to help me… So I gave in and let you change me. Still, I’m glad you didn’t touch the rest of my personality. I feel so free now…”

The next week was rather chaotic. Jalter continued to discover herself and her new hypnosis fetish - I wonder where that came from? She’s still a little bit awkward about romance, but that’s just a part of her charm. She’s got the same blunt personality as before, but with a much more positive and kind attitude.

Jeanne adapted very quickly to being one of two wives, and she got almost just as much time with me as before, she was just sharing it with Jalter now. Neither of them minded sharing me, and their different personalities made things even more fun as well.

One honeymoon to the beach later, and there we were: Jeanne at my side, doting on me, Jalter posing in her new swimsuit, complete with bunny ears. Both hypnotized at the moment, both happy, both making me the luckiest man alive.

“Master, do you need anything from me? I can start serving you with Jeanne, you know… Anything to make you happy, h-h-honey. I love you…”

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Sorry I'm late again! This one was pretty hard to revise, it ended up taking longer than i'd hoped to get a story I was satisfied with. But to make up for it, I've got something special planned soon. Anyways, here we have a sequel to my Jeanne piece (www.deviantart.com/izanagistru… ) from ivatent (Source: danbooru.donmai.us/posts/39504… )
One would assume, based on our relationship, that Jeanne is my only Servant. That’s actually not true though, in fact, Jeanne wasn’t even my first Servant. That distinction goes to Jeanne Alter, or Jalter as she prefers to be called. I don’t know all of the details, but from what I understand, she was created by a man named Gilles de Rais, who made Jalter to be his ideal version of Jeanne: full of anger and vengeance for the cruel fate that she suffered.

But despite all of that, there is a part of her that doesn’t want to be that kind of person. She’s still concerned for the people around her, still has interests of her own, and even has poorly disguised affection for yours truly. An affection that I reciprocated, but since Jeanne was honest about her feelings and had the strength to be vulnerable around me, she ended up beating Jalter in the game of love. Yet, no matter how tough she acts, it’s clear just how much that fact tortures her. How alone and helpless she feels. How heartbroken she is.

As I parse through my thoughts, trying to understand how I actually feel about the situation with Jalter, I’m interrupted by my favorite giggle and a kiss on my cheek.

“Good morning, darling~”

I rub my eyes before responding.

“Good morning, Jeanne~”

“How did you sleep- O-oh, dear…”

“Ehehe… yeah, not very well. Then again, I’m not the only with with bags in their eyes.”

Jeanne rubs her eyes and laughs, then we get breakfast, sitting at the table by the window while we eat. We make small talk and all, but we both have our attention centered outside, on the bench that Jalter has been sitting at the past few days. She normally hates being outside for very long, but she’s been spending all of her time walking around aimlessly, then resting at that bench, her head lowered as she no doubt glares at every passerby who glances her way.

“Do you think she’s ready to talk yet?”

“No… I think she needs a bit more time. Besides, talking isn’t exactly her strong suit.”

Despite Jalter being a literal dark mirror of herself, Jeanne has never felt any ill will towards her. Quite the opposite, in fact. She just wants Jalter to be happy, to bury her hatred along with her sadness, and go on living a more meaningful life. That level of understanding and kindness is just one of many reasons I love Jeanne so much…

“What if you hypnotized her, master? Then you could make her feel better, right?”

“O-only for a little while though, she’d be miserable again the second she gets let out. Unless I rewrite her personality, but-”

Suddenly, Jeanne walks over to me and sits on my lap, a concerned look on her face. Out of the corner of my eye, I notice my reflection in the window, and I’m blushing just by thinking about a hypnotized Jalter.

“You still love her, don’t you, dear?”

I stay silent. I don’t even know the answer to that question, let alone how I would explain it to Jeanne. I certainly care about her a lot, but do I love her…?

“O-oh! I didn’t mean it like- I-I mean- I-I-I don’t doubt your love for me for a second, master! I know you won’t betray my love!”

“It’s ok, it’s ok. I know you didn’t mean it like that. And… I think you might be right. I will always love you first and foremost, but I think I still love her too.”

“I see… Ok! Then you can marry her too!”

I almost choke on my coffee hearing Jeanne say that. She, of all people, advocating for a harem!

“I mean, don’t get me wrong, I don’t want you marrying every woman who catches your eye, but if you love her, then we can both marry you! I know you’ll be true to both of us. You’re more than enough to make us both happy, master~”

“I love you Jeanne. I don’t know what else to say~”

“*giggle*! Yes you do~”

“Yeeeeah, you’re right. ‘You are my sex toy’.”

“I love you so, master~. ‘I am nothing but a cock sock’.”

A few hours later, Jeanne is resting after a particularly intense hypno-sex session, and I’m waiting at Jalter’s usual spot for her to come back. Eventually, she gets back, but she doesn’t notice me until she almost bumps into me. She jumps back, startled, before yelling as usual.

“Ugh! If it isn’t master! What, did you come here to beg for attention or something!? Yeah, I bet you’re really regretting choosing the inferior Jeanne now, huh!?”

“Well… yes and no. I’ve decided that I want both Jeanne’s for myself. I want to share my love with you, too. I don’t want you to be alone.”

“So it’s pity!? Is that it-”

Just then, she freezes up. She finally looked directly at me, and fell right into my hypnotic spell.

“Not at all, Jalter. I just want you to be happy, and I know Jeanne does too. But for that to happen, I’m going to have to make some changes. Nothing major, of course. Just your anger issues, revenge, inferiority complex, a tiny piece of your free will… actually, maybe that is kinda major~”

“You…! You- I love you~ n-no! I love you! Agh! No, that’s not-”

“Not what? Not your main purpose in life?”

“I must have… revenge! Revenge against… against…? My… masters… enemies? No, that can’t be… it’s love! I must love my master and be his wife! Because his love saved me from an empty existence! Because I love my master more than anything!”

“Very good, my cute little Jalter~”

This is going even more smoothly than expected! I knew Jalter wouldn’t last too long, since her secret desire is for a life like the one I’m giving her. Because of that, she isn’t resisting nearly as much as she would be; She is subconsciously giving in to my hypnotic spell. The best part is, I’m not even making her fall in love with me. That’s just the natural love she already felt. Love so strong, that red hearts formed in her eyes.

“Alright then, Jalter. I think that’s enough hypnosis for now. You’ll awaken when I snap my fingers.”

I snap my fingers, and Jalter jolts back awake, a much gentler expression on her face. She looks at me for a moment, before bursting into tears and burying her head in my chest.

“Master! I love you so much, master! I would be honored to be your wife, master…”

“I thought you’d be more angry about the hypnotism, dear~”

“D-dear? You really called me dear… you really love me! O-oh, umm, anyways! Well, I thought I’d be more angry too, but then I realized how much happier I felt when you first took my anger away. Then you started to take away my vengeance, and it finally clicked: I wasn’t alone, you wanted to help me… So I gave in and let you change me. Still, I’m glad you didn’t touch the rest of my personality. I feel so free now…”

The next week was rather chaotic. Jalter continued to discover herself and her new hypnosis fetish - I wonder where that came from? She’s still a little bit awkward about romance, but that’s just a part of her charm. She’s got the same blunt personality as before, but with a much more positive and kind attitude.

Jeanne adapted very quickly to being one of two wives, and she got almost just as much time with me as before, she was just sharing it with Jalter now. Neither of them minded sharing me, and their different personalities made things even more fun as well.

One honeymoon to the beach later, and there we were: Jeanne at my side, doting on me, Jalter posing in her new swimsuit, complete with bunny ears. Both hypnotized at the moment, both happy, both making me the luckiest man alive.

“Master, do you need anything from me? I can start serving you with Jeanne, you know… Anything to make you happy, h-h-honey. I love you…”