Ruling The World With Mind Control

A month passed faster than Kyle expected.

It wasn’t a quiet month. The guild was already busy preparing for the dragon slaying campaign.

The hero’s party was also preparing, and their participation in the campaign had become common knowledge throughout the city.

But Kyle didn’t waste his time either.

Kyle’s team accepted two missions this month.

The first mission they took was simple. It was an escort job. A merchant caravan heading to a nearby mining outpost, worried about ambushes along the road.

Kyle had expected bandits.

Instead, it was wolves. Not ordinary ones—bigger, leaner, eyes too sharp, moving with the kind of coordination that made them feel almost... trained.

They hit at dusk, rushing the back of the caravan and trying to drag a horse down.

Leo took the front like a wall, planting himself between the wagon and the pack. Mira kept firing, shouting at Leo every time he stepped into her line of sight. Weston kept everyone safe with calm, efficient holy magic.

Alara led like she always did—quiet, clean decisions, no wasted movement.

Kyle didn’t try to dominate the whole fight with mind control.

He didn’t want to rely on it completely. He wanted to develop his own skills and instincts.

So he moved like an assassin.

Although he did not have combat experience honed over the years, his high stats helped him in battle.

Fear Blade didn’t look impressive. Matte black with thin red lines like dried veins.

But when blood dripped onto its blade, the dagger absorbed the blood and the red lines glowed slightly, as if charged.

At the same time, the effects began to appear on the wolf—a twitch in its movement, hesitation, and a fading intent to kill.

Kyle didn’t miss his chance—one clean stab to the side of its head finished the wolf off completely.

He felt it then—how smoothly the dagger fit him. Not just in his hand, but with his skill as well.

The caravan continued traveling for two days. Kyle protected the caravan with his party in the morning, and spent his time fucking Mira or Alara in the night.

The second mission was even simpler. A request to eliminate monsters near one of the villages.

Large two-headed dogs with sharp teeth and claws. There weren’t many of them—about 10 dogs attacking animals near the village and trespassing on farms.

The dogs were stronger than ordinary goblins, but they were not as strong as evolved monsters.

It only took them a few hours to get rid of all the dogs and complete the task.

Nightmare grew quickly too. That was the name Kyle gave to the bird he had contracted.

Because after seeing that creature in the yellow sky, Kyle couldn’t call it anything else.

The growth of the nightmare was surprising.

At first it was chick-sized. Then it was knee-high. Then waist-high.

And by the end of the month... It stood as tall as Kyle.

It wasn’t huge, nor was it heavy. Its four wings had become wider, and its tail feathers had also grown longer.

But what made Kyle feel uncomfortable was the appearance of eyeballs on the roots of those wings.

Not many. Just enough to make Kyle’s stomach tighten every time he noticed them.

Still, Nightmare obeyed. It didn’t show aggression. It scouted when Kyle asked. It perched where Kyle told it. It also obediently returned to the mark at Kyle’s hand.

But Kyle never forgot the feeling of that other place—the meadow, the sky, and the thought that wasn’t his.

Although he now knew everything about this creature, he had not let his guard down.

Kyle didn’t spend this month just training and developing. He also spent time with Mira and Alara.

Since Kyle had fucked her that morning, Mira had become more daring in her flirting. However, she immediately turned shy once he stripped her naked.

She visited Kyle almost every morning under the pretext of "going to the guild together," even though the guild was right next door to Kyle’s inn.

Kyle didn’t mind that, and took his time fucking her every morning. They would arrive a little late to the rest of the party gathered at the guild.

Alara on the other hand, Kyle visited her almost every night. He fucked her in various positions and cum inside her several times, until she fainted from ecstasy.

Her personality in bed was radically different from her personality it the party. Her moans were loud, her lust uninterrupted, and her expressions did not suggest that she was a leader at all.

So much so that Kyle wondered what her personality would be like when he secretly harassed her in the presence of the rest of the party.

When Kyle did so, he found her deeply lustful, trying to stifle her moans and keep her expression steady while her pussy got wetter than usual.

He knew then that his strict leader was an exhibitionist.

Kyle didn’t stop, and continued to harass her secretly in public. The feeling was addictive, and her expression made it even hotter.

Also, Kyle finally managed to submit his promotion application after completing the two missions.

He officially became a C-rank adventurer.