Enchanted by the Power of the Evil Eye ~The Harem School Life Crafted by a Girl Falling Under My Hypnosis~

Chapter 126: Holding Hands Feels So Good…

(MC POV)

“It’s cooler than I thought, maybe because of the shade?”

“Y-Yes… Ah… ah… ahn!”

We’re at a nearby park. It’s hot outside, but the shade of the trees makes it surprisingly pleasant.

Sitting together on a bench, Sayaka begged for it, so we’re holding hands, fingers interlocked in a “lover’s grip.”

Her hand is cool and soft. When I squeeze it, she squeezes back gently… adorable, even with the rotor vibrating randomly.

“Ah… ah, ah, ah… ahh!”

Sayaka moans in time with the vibrations.

“There’s a ton of people around, you know? Look, even kids. They’ll think you’re weird.”

She bites her lip, trying to stifle her moans.

(Overdoing it… So cute… But…)

“Sayaka, face me and look into my eyes…”

“Huh…? Ah…”

Her pleasure-soaked mind is easy to slip into.

Her eyes fall into darkness… Her limp expression is doll-like, beautiful, no reaction when I touch her cheek.

I applied the eyedrops before coming, ready to put her under anytime.

“Sayaka, can you hear me?”

“Yes… I hear Mamoru-sama’s voice…”

Her lifeless response is that of a true doll, her blank eyes reflecting me but not seeing.

“You’re in a pleasurable state, so good you can’t think… You accept everything I say completely… Right?”

“Yes… Feels good… So good… I accept… everything…”

Her mouth moves slowly, her will gone.

“Listen closely. From now on, your hands are an erogenous zone, like your pussy or clitoris. Touching them makes you feel it. Got it?”

Harsh commands make her accept it eagerly.

She throws her head back, staring at the sky, her drooping ponytail making my crotch throb.

Her exposed neck looks delicious, begging to be licked.

“Y-Yes… My hands are an erogenous zone… Like my pussy… my clitoris… I feel it when touched… Ahh…”

Her eyelids twitch, tears streaming… That habit always thrills me.

“When you’re in this pleasurable state, you won’t consciously remember what I say, but it’s etched in your heart. Your body will obey unconsciously, always.”

Her head lowers slowly, facing me, expressionless, tears falling… The thrill won’t stop…

“For today, when I say ‘Doll Sayaka,’ you enter this pleasurable state. When I say ‘Slave Sayaka,’ you return to normal. Got it?”

Her eyelids twitch, accepting my words.

“Slave Sayaka.”

She blinks rapidly… Light returns to her eyes.

“Huh, what? Just now, I…”

“Doll Sayaka.”

“Ah… nn…”

Her eyes lose light, and she goes limp.

(Perfect… Sayaka, let’s enjoy today…)

“Slave Sayaka.”

“Nn… Huh… Ahi?!”

Her eyes regain light, but she yelps loudly.

I squeezed her hand, now an erogenous zone.

“What’s wrong?”

“Ah, ah, ahh… ah, ahu… ahh?!”

She moans, looking at me.

“What’s up? Making such sexy noises? Everyone will notice.”

She can’t comprehend why holding hands feels so good.

But she doesn’t think to let go… It feels too good.

Her face flushes red, and she looks down, trembling.

She’s excited by the pleasure, shame, and being watched.

“Ahi! Ah, ah, ugh, guh…!”

I squeeze her hand harder, and she moans louder.

“Come on, keep yelling like that, and everyone will know you’re a pervert getting off in public.”

She glances around, her face smiling lewdly.

“W-Watched… Everyone’s watching… Haha…”

No one’s actually noticing—people don’t care that much about others.

But she’s thrilled by the idea, incredibly aroused.

Drooling slightly, her panting profile is erotic.

Her excitement keeps building.

“Doll Sayaka.”

“Ah…”

Her head drops, ponytail swaying.

“Sayaka, you must hold in your voice. Everyone’s staring, knowing you’re a pervert. If you hold it in, you’ll feel even better. When you reach your limit, you can cum… Slave Sayaka.”

She lifts her head slightly, staring blankly with unfocused eyes.

“Nn… n, n… nn…”

Biting her lower lip, her cheeks red, she struggles to hold it in.

I squeeze her hand repeatedly.

“Nn?! N, n, n, n, n, nn… n!”

She stifles her moans, body tensing, head bowed.

Her erogenous hands are teased, and holding in her voice heightens the pleasure.

Peeking at her flushed face, her eyes are those of a fully aroused female.

Her mind’s a mess, her face joyfully contorted.

“Nfu—nfu… ufu… ufufu…”

Unable to moan, she giggles softly instead.

Thrilling… She’s broken… Time to push her…