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On screen, a huge crystal explodes. We zoom out to five players celebrating, and then over to a pair of suited men.

"And finally, with Infernal Soul and Elder buff, Fnatic have shredded through the five-tank composition of BDS and taken down the Nexus!"

"This game was definitely longer than it needed to be. Fnatic were in control the whole way through, and BDS just couldn't do anything. But that's it from me and Trouble, it's over to the analyst desk to see what went wrong for BDS."

Swoosh. Animations. Sponsorships. Vedius and Medic stood in front of a desk.

"Thanks, Caedrel."

"And welcome to the NatWest LEC Analyst Desk. We'll be showing the Monzo Play of the Game later, but first let's talk about the draft."

"Well, Vedi, I think we were all expecting something exciting for Sjokz's coaching debut."

"Yes, and we have to admit that here at the LEC we will be biased towards our very own Sjokz. But..."

"But this was just a disastrous draft, really."

"Exactly. When you have Sion in Mid and Darius in Bot, with a Mundo in Top, I think we were all expecting some sort of incredible jank all-in."

"I mean, even if you do get some insane invade, you still have the problem going into mid and late game that there's just no range."

"I suppose the plan would be to go for hard picks, forcing engages with Alistar, Voli and Sion, but the second Fnatic got any chance to poke they were dead-"

"And they were getting out-CS'd in every lane which meant Bwipo could just free farm and get massive on the Viego. And we all know what happens with a fed Viego."

A dark look passes over the faces of the analysts

"But that's not even all, Vedi. We didn't even see any jank. They just tried to play it by the book as a standard front-to-back comp."

"Yeah, I really don't know what to say about it. I assume there must have been some big brain plan which meant completely wrong..."

"But here at the NatWest Analyst Desk we're just not seeing it."

"Luckily, we have Sjokz here in the studio for our..."

Another swoosh, a logo obscures the entire screen for a few seconds longer than necessary. Both analysts shout in unison with feigned enthusiasm

"Kit-Kat Post-Game Interview!"

The garish logo recedes to reveal a third seat, set slightly away from the desk. On it sits a beautiful woman, long-faced and blonde, in a provacative, low-cut parody of the sort of formal clothes the analysts wear

"Well, welcome back to the studio, Sjokz."

Her name isn't Sjokz, it's Eefje Depoortere, but no-one will acknowledge the fact that they're all sat, in real life and professional dress, using their online tags.

"Thanks, Vedi. I'm glad to be back."

"Even after that loss?"

"Come on, Medic, that's a bit mean."

"No, no, he's right. We did get kind of stomped there, but it's not all bad."

Her smile shows no hint of disappointment. It's not a professional mask, she genuinely does not seem at all perturbed

"Why is that? Do you think that the gap was smaller than it looked like in the game?"

"Oh yeah, totally. I don't think this shows our team is bad at all, everyone was playing well and making good decisions the whole time."

"So it was a draft problem then?"

"Yep, 100%"

"See, we were wondering about that. Was there some plan you had here that unravelled?"

"Erm... Not really."

"Uhh, okay. So you just inted the draft?"

"Pretty much, yeah."

"... Why?"

"Ohh, I see why you're confused. Yeah, it looks like this was a massive draft gap game, right? It wasn't really though. More of a 'tist gap, I guess."

The analysts look at each other, Sjokz stares at them with glassy eyes and a blank smile, as if that's all they need to hear

"I know you've been in this game for a while, Sjokz, but I've never heard that before."

"Me neither, could you explain it to us?"

"Sure, sure. I mean that I threw the game. Because I was hypnotised. Because I'm a silly, brainless, useless girl who just does what she is told because I can't think for myself."

Vedius and Medic blink.

"Uhhh"

"What?"

"Well, since we're back to playing in person, Yamato-"

That's Jakob Mebdi, the handsome coach of the opposing team, also known by his Gamer name Yamatocannon. Once again, these people, steeped as they are in gaming, will refer to each other only by these fake names. Sjokz probably thinks of herself as 'Slave' more than 'Sjokz', though.

"Yamato found me in the hotel last night. I was drinking in the lobby, to relax my nerves a bit before our first game. I'd just put my phone down from talking to my boyfriend when Yamato sat down in the chair across from me. We made small talk, well actually mostly trash talking. I think I might have annoyed him when I said that Hyli is washed. I feel bad about that, but maybe I shouldn't if that's what inspired him to brainwash me."

The analysts share a look. Vedius shrugs. Medic speaks quietly into his earpiece.

"Then he said something and it was like my head just shook. I didn't really hear what he said, it just sort of vibrated through me. Like, we all know that he's got a sexy voice, but I usually don't react to it, I just think 'hey, that's a hot voice'. But this time it was like he was speaking with just the sexiness. It rocked my body and my head just went into pure hot-guy-asked-me-to-do-something mode. So I stood up and followed him. Maybe I was susceptible because I'd only just finished talking to someone I loved, but anyway I wasn't thinking of anything, I was just following the movements of my body.

"It wore off when we were in the lift up to his room. Suddenly it was like everything was still again. My head came back to me, and I realised I was following a guy to his room in a hotel. Which felt really inappropriate. So I stammered out some kind of excuse while getting as far away from him as possible. Then his big hand grabbed my chin - it's bigger than my face, so, so hot - and made me look in his eyes. They're blue but like, almost-grey blue, really ice-cold blue. That's what I thought at the time, and it slowed me down a bit. Froze my panicked breathing or something. Then he told me to trust him, in the sexy voice again. I nodded and I could feel the same movement as the nod between my legs. I was blinded by the feeling again. I let him take my hand and get pulled along like a helpless little girl.

Medic mouths 'should we be showing this?' to his partner. Off-screen, a tech holds up a sign saying 'let her carry on, Twitch chat is loving this'. Vedius is paying rapt attention to the story, so he doesn't care.

"So we got to his room, and I sat nervously on the side of the bed. The vibrations in my head were subsiding again, but before they could he had put a big pair of headphones on my head. They were a bit tight, I think he'd overcompensated for my tiny-brained head and adjusted them too far, but that felt good. It made my head feel more restricted. That was nice because the headphones were just playing his voice - the Sexy Voice - over and over. He locked my eyes again, and the rest of my body went limp, which let him slowly lower my trousers and my panties. Then he looked away, and the heat rushed back into my body but, like, threefold. My head was full of his voice and my body was full of nice vibrating fuzziness. Then he helped my hand over to between my legs and it was filled with nice warmness.

"After twenty minutes I was blissed out. I mean, really blissed out. Eyes rolled back, tongue lolling out of my mouth, getting drool on his fancy carpet level blissed-out. Everything was a blur, but I could feel the muscles of his calves under my head, and make out his shape above me. I turned my cheek and felt something hard and I remember my tongue reaching over to the side by pure instinct. I remember how his chuckle completely shook away my thoughts when I did it as well.

"But after that all my attention was on him. His voice wasn't as powerfully Sexy by then, it wasn't as pure as his voice in the headphones had been, but it still deep in a way that I could hear it clearly, and hot in a way that I still wanted to hear it. He told me my brain had been broken. Partly by his hypnotic voice, and partly by my own efforts to break myself. He told me that made me a good girl..."

Sjokz stops for a moment, blushing. Vedius leans forwards. Medic looks like he would rather be literally anywhere else in the world.

"... And that alone made me cum again. But after that I had to pay attention. He was explaining lots of stuff that must have been obvious to anyone, but I was too stupid to understand. Like, how if your brain is broken, then you need someone to think for you. And if you break yourself for someone's voice, that must mean they are the only way you can ever find pleasure. I realised I was stupid to be with my boyfriend, because I can only get sexual fulfilment when Master tells me to feel it.

"More importantly, he taught me that I need to do everything he says. I am a stupid, brainless girl, so I need to follow orders. He gave me a lot of orders, but I only remember the ones I need at a time, because a silly girl like me can't hold too much in her leaking little head. But yeah, the one for today was that I needed to convince the team I had some crazy new draft tech so they would go along with me, and then int the draft so my Master's team would win."

Somehow, this is the point where Vedius has had enough

"There's no way that can be allowed, Medic?"

"Well actually, Vedi, I've been consulting with League officials and there is technically no rule against using posthypnotic suggestions on the opposing coach, but we will be patching so rulebook and so we will be checking Sjokz before games against Fnatic to ensure that any orders she has been given are personal, rather than impacting her professional performance."

"Sounds good to me. Sjokz, any closing words on this game?"

"Only that I'm happy to obey my Master, and that I'm sorry to my team that they have to be coached by a hypersuggestible fool like me. But I'll try really hard against Master's enemies, who are every other team, so I think it will be a successful season."

"Very good. Wouldn't want personal drama to get in the way of as serious a thing as the LEC. Right, Medic?"

"Honestly I would rather we didn't have any drama at all..."

"But on that exciting note, that's all from the LEC today. Tune in tomorrow to see if MAD Lions can land well after their loss in Worlds Finals against Damwon in our Match Of the Weak against G2!"

"Oh, sorry, can I just say one more thing?"

"Sure, Sjokz."

"I just remembered one more order I was given."

In what would become the single most-clipped moment in LEC, and even general League of Legends, history, Sjokz pulls down her dress to reveal she has gone completely braless all day.

---

Fnatic at Worlds hype! Look forward to seeing them getting absolutely trashed in groups by Faker or some other bs.

If you are a person who scrolls right to the bottom to read these notes before reading, I assure you it actually becomes a hypnostory after a bit of League of Legends silliness. Please enjoy the actual first person retrospective hypnostory hidden here, I think it's pretty hot. Even though I am more proud of the LEC humour if I'm honest

No proofreading this time because people talking don't need to use 'real grammer', and I wasn't sure if Dormiria is enough of a Gamer to appreciate this nonsense. So any complaints about incredibly easy to spot mistakes should go directly to Maurislave.

Description
On screen, a huge crystal explodes. We zoom out to five players celebrating, and then over to a pair of suited men.

"And finally, with Infernal Soul and Elder buff, Fnatic have shredded through the five-tank composition of BDS and taken down the Nexus!"

"This game was definitely longer than it needed to be. Fnatic were in control the whole way through, and BDS just couldn't do anything. But that's it from me and Trouble, it's over to the analyst desk to see what went wrong for BDS."

Swoosh. Animations. Sponsorships. Vedius and Medic stood in front of a desk.

"Thanks, Caedrel."

"And welcome to the NatWest LEC Analyst Desk. We'll be showing the Monzo Play of the Game later, but first let's talk about the draft."

"Well, Vedi, I think we were all expecting something exciting for Sjokz's coaching debut."

"Yes, and we have to admit that here at the LEC we will be biased towards our very own Sjokz. But..."

"But this was just a disastrous draft, really."

"Exactly. When you have Sion in Mid and Darius in Bot, with a Mundo in Top, I think we were all expecting some sort of incredible jank all-in."

"I mean, even if you do get some insane invade, you still have the problem going into mid and late game that there's just no range."

"I suppose the plan would be to go for hard picks, forcing engages with Alistar, Voli and Sion, but the second Fnatic got any chance to poke they were dead-"

"And they were getting out-CS'd in every lane which meant Bwipo could just free farm and get massive on the Viego. And we all know what happens with a fed Viego."

A dark look passes over the faces of the analysts

"But that's not even all, Vedi. We didn't even see any jank. They just tried to play it by the book as a standard front-to-back comp."

"Yeah, I really don't know what to say about it. I assume there must have been some big brain plan which meant completely wrong..."

"But here at the NatWest Analyst Desk we're just not seeing it."

"Luckily, we have Sjokz here in the studio for our..."

Another swoosh, a logo obscures the entire screen for a few seconds longer than necessary. Both analysts shout in unison with feigned enthusiasm

"Kit-Kat Post-Game Interview!"

The garish logo recedes to reveal a third seat, set slightly away from the desk. On it sits a beautiful woman, long-faced and blonde, in a provacative, low-cut parody of the sort of formal clothes the analysts wear

"Well, welcome back to the studio, Sjokz."

Her name isn't Sjokz, it's Eefje Depoortere, but no-one will acknowledge the fact that they're all sat, in real life and professional dress, using their online tags.

"Thanks, Vedi. I'm glad to be back."

"Even after that loss?"

"Come on, Medic, that's a bit mean."

"No, no, he's right. We did get kind of stomped there, but it's not all bad."

Her smile shows no hint of disappointment. It's not a professional mask, she genuinely does not seem at all perturbed

"Why is that? Do you think that the gap was smaller than it looked like in the game?"

"Oh yeah, totally. I don't think this shows our team is bad at all, everyone was playing well and making good decisions the whole time."

"So it was a draft problem then?"

"Yep, 100%"

"See, we were wondering about that. Was there some plan you had here that unravelled?"

"Erm... Not really."

"Uhh, okay. So you just inted the draft?"

"Pretty much, yeah."

"... Why?"

"Ohh, I see why you're confused. Yeah, it looks like this was a massive draft gap game, right? It wasn't really though. More of a 'tist gap, I guess."

The analysts look at each other, Sjokz stares at them with glassy eyes and a blank smile, as if that's all they need to hear

"I know you've been in this game for a while, Sjokz, but I've never heard that before."

"Me neither, could you explain it to us?"

"Sure, sure. I mean that I threw the game. Because I was hypnotised. Because I'm a silly, brainless, useless girl who just does what she is told because I can't think for myself."

Vedius and Medic blink.

"Uhhh"

"What?"

"Well, since we're back to playing in person, Yamato-"

That's Jakob Mebdi, the handsome coach of the opposing team, also known by his Gamer name Yamatocannon. Once again, these people, steeped as they are in gaming, will refer to each other only by these fake names. Sjokz probably thinks of herself as 'Slave' more than 'Sjokz', though.

"Yamato found me in the hotel last night. I was drinking in the lobby, to relax my nerves a bit before our first game. I'd just put my phone down from talking to my boyfriend when Yamato sat down in the chair across from me. We made small talk, well actually mostly trash talking. I think I might have annoyed him when I said that Hyli is washed. I feel bad about that, but maybe I shouldn't if that's what inspired him to brainwash me."

The analysts share a look. Vedius shrugs. Medic speaks quietly into his earpiece.

"Then he said something and it was like my head just shook. I didn't really hear what he said, it just sort of vibrated through me. Like, we all know that he's got a sexy voice, but I usually don't react to it, I just think 'hey, that's a hot voice'. But this time it was like he was speaking with just the sexiness. It rocked my body and my head just went into pure hot-guy-asked-me-to-do-something mode. So I stood up and followed him. Maybe I was susceptible because I'd only just finished talking to someone I loved, but anyway I wasn't thinking of anything, I was just following the movements of my body.

"It wore off when we were in the lift up to his room. Suddenly it was like everything was still again. My head came back to me, and I realised I was following a guy to his room in a hotel. Which felt really inappropriate. So I stammered out some kind of excuse while getting as far away from him as possible. Then his big hand grabbed my chin - it's bigger than my face, so, so hot - and made me look in his eyes. They're blue but like, almost-grey blue, really ice-cold blue. That's what I thought at the time, and it slowed me down a bit. Froze my panicked breathing or something. Then he told me to trust him, in the sexy voice again. I nodded and I could feel the same movement as the nod between my legs. I was blinded by the feeling again. I let him take my hand and get pulled along like a helpless little girl.

Medic mouths 'should we be showing this?' to his partner. Off-screen, a tech holds up a sign saying 'let her carry on, Twitch chat is loving this'. Vedius is paying rapt attention to the story, so he doesn't care.

"So we got to his room, and I sat nervously on the side of the bed. The vibrations in my head were subsiding again, but before they could he had put a big pair of headphones on my head. They were a bit tight, I think he'd overcompensated for my tiny-brained head and adjusted them too far, but that felt good. It made my head feel more restricted. That was nice because the headphones were just playing his voice - the Sexy Voice - over and over. He locked my eyes again, and the rest of my body went limp, which let him slowly lower my trousers and my panties. Then he looked away, and the heat rushed back into my body but, like, threefold. My head was full of his voice and my body was full of nice vibrating fuzziness. Then he helped my hand over to between my legs and it was filled with nice warmness.

"After twenty minutes I was blissed out. I mean, really blissed out. Eyes rolled back, tongue lolling out of my mouth, getting drool on his fancy carpet level blissed-out. Everything was a blur, but I could feel the muscles of his calves under my head, and make out his shape above me. I turned my cheek and felt something hard and I remember my tongue reaching over to the side by pure instinct. I remember how his chuckle completely shook away my thoughts when I did it as well.

"But after that all my attention was on him. His voice wasn't as powerfully Sexy by then, it wasn't as pure as his voice in the headphones had been, but it still deep in a way that I could hear it clearly, and hot in a way that I still wanted to hear it. He told me my brain had been broken. Partly by his hypnotic voice, and partly by my own efforts to break myself. He told me that made me a good girl..."

Sjokz stops for a moment, blushing. Vedius leans forwards. Medic looks like he would rather be literally anywhere else in the world.

"... And that alone made me cum again. But after that I had to pay attention. He was explaining lots of stuff that must have been obvious to anyone, but I was too stupid to understand. Like, how if your brain is broken, then you need someone to think for you. And if you break yourself for someone's voice, that must mean they are the only way you can ever find pleasure. I realised I was stupid to be with my boyfriend, because I can only get sexual fulfilment when Master tells me to feel it.

"More importantly, he taught me that I need to do everything he says. I am a stupid, brainless girl, so I need to follow orders. He gave me a lot of orders, but I only remember the ones I need at a time, because a silly girl like me can't hold too much in her leaking little head. But yeah, the one for today was that I needed to convince the team I had some crazy new draft tech so they would go along with me, and then int the draft so my Master's team would win."

Somehow, this is the point where Vedius has had enough

"There's no way that can be allowed, Medic?"

"Well actually, Vedi, I've been consulting with League officials and there is technically no rule against using posthypnotic suggestions on the opposing coach, but we will be patching so rulebook and so we will be checking Sjokz before games against Fnatic to ensure that any orders she has been given are personal, rather than impacting her professional performance."

"Sounds good to me. Sjokz, any closing words on this game?"

"Only that I'm happy to obey my Master, and that I'm sorry to my team that they have to be coached by a hypersuggestible fool like me. But I'll try really hard against Master's enemies, who are every other team, so I think it will be a successful season."

"Very good. Wouldn't want personal drama to get in the way of as serious a thing as the LEC. Right, Medic?"

"Honestly I would rather we didn't have any drama at all..."

"But on that exciting note, that's all from the LEC today. Tune in tomorrow to see if MAD Lions can land well after their loss in Worlds Finals against Damwon in our Match Of the Weak against G2!"

"Oh, sorry, can I just say one more thing?"

"Sure, Sjokz."

"I just remembered one more order I was given."

In what would become the single most-clipped moment in LEC, and even general League of Legends, history, Sjokz pulls down her dress to reveal she has gone completely braless all day.

---

Fnatic at Worlds hype! Look forward to seeing them getting absolutely trashed in groups by Faker or some other bs.

If you are a person who scrolls right to the bottom to read these notes before reading, I assure you it actually becomes a hypnostory after a bit of League of Legends silliness. Please enjoy the actual first person retrospective hypnostory hidden here, I think it's pretty hot. Even though I am more proud of the LEC humour if I'm honest

No proofreading this time because people talking don't need to use 'real grammer', and I wasn't sure if Dormiria is enough of a Gamer to appreciate this nonsense. So any complaints about incredibly easy to spot mistakes should go directly to Maurislave.