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

Chapter 26: Remodeling Experiment

“Huh? Lick… there…?”

Utashiro-san stared at Yuna’s crotch, hesitating at the unexpected request.

“You don’t want to, right? Okay, bye then, Utashiro-san.”

Yuna lowered her skirt and waved goodbye.

“W-Wait, I’ll do it, I’ll lick it… Please let me lick it… Don’t go…”

Utashiro-san pleaded through tears… The cool Utashiro-san is gone… I feel a little lonely…

“Really?! Okay then… Here!”

Yuna looked down at Utashiro-san—or rather, down on her.

The power dynamic was now firmly established.

“…I’ll do anything for Yuna…”

Utashiro-san seemed to tremble with fear, but her eyes gazed up at Yuna in ecstasy, her cheeks flushed.

(So this is what it means to have heart-eyes.)

Yuna slipped off her panties, exposing herself to Utashiro-san’s face.

Too bad I can’t see from my angle. I’ll have to get a good look next time.

“N, n, uu, nn… Uu…”

Unable to move her body, Utashiro-san stretched her neck and tongue as far as she could, but Yuna deliberately stayed just out of reach, teasing her.

“Fufu, sorry, you can’t reach, can you? Fufu.”

Yuna laughed, genuinely enjoying herself.

She moved closer so Utashiro-san could reach.

“Haa, haa, haa… Ero, ero… juru, juru, juru…”

Utashiro-san’s tongue finally reached Yuna and began licking.

“Haan, ahh, ahhn… Nn…”

The moment Utashiro-san’s tongue touched her, Yuna’s body trembled.

Despite teasing Utashiro-san, Yuna was already plenty wet herself.

“Ahh, good, that’s good. More, lick more, Asuka-chan.”

“Juru, juru, juru, feels good? Juru, juru, chuba…”

“Yeah… It’s good, feels so good, keep going… Ahh…”

Yuna looked utterly blissful, lost in pleasure.

I crouched beside Utashiro-san’s left side.

“Utashiro-san, Yuna’s really happy. You’re happy too, right?”

“Happy… So happy, juru, juru…”

Utashiro-san, engrossed in licking, didn’t even seem to register that it was my voice anymore.

“I’ll make you feel good too, Utashiro-san. I’m going to mess with your head now.”

“Hwe?”

I tucked her disheveled hair behind her ear—a small, cute ear.

God, I want to lick it, devour it, but not now.

I pressed my index finger against Asuka’s ear and pushed it in.

‘Zubo!’

“Aguu? A, a, a… Agaa?”

Asuka’s eyes rolled upward, her body arched back, and she pulled her mouth away from Yuna.

“Ah, it was just getting good…”

Yuna looked at me resentfully.

“Sorry, sorry. Hold on, if the suggestion works, I’ll have her continue.”

This is exciting. I’m thrilled.

I got so excited I let out a little.

The suggestion I planted in Asuka—that I could mess with her head by touching her ear—would it work?

There’s no way she’s experienced this before… But if this works, it’ll open up so many possibilities.

Sorry, Utashiro-san, but I’m using you as a test subject.

I can’t risk failing with another girl and causing irreversible damage.

So thrilling… So fun… God, I’m gonna lose it again…

Kuri kuri… Kuri kuri…

I stimulated her ear canal. No need to go too deep.

Even a little stimulation should make Asuka think her mind is being stirred.

“A, ahii, w-what’s this, what? What’s… happening…?”

Her eyes rolled up, tongue sticking out, writhing in agony.

“I’m messing with your head, your brain. Hear that ‘kuchu kuchu’ sound?”

“It’s happening… My head… Kuchu kuchu… Ah, ahii, hyaa, ahh…”

She repeated the sound I suggested, my words sinking deep into her heart…

So far, it’s working perfectly.

“Utashiro-san, Yuna and I can remake you freely by messing with your head like this.”

“A, ahii, ahya, w-what, remake… Agu?!”

I twisted my finger, adding more stimulation.

I could feel my words sinking deeper and deeper into Utashiro-san’s heart.

“Right now, your head, your brain, is being stirred and messed with by my finger, right?”

“Y-Yes… It’s being messed with… Stirred, kuchu kuchu… Ahii!”

“Okay, let’s try remaking you now.”

Utashiro-san’s bloodshot eyes turned toward me.

“N-No, please stop… Don’t erase me, I don’t want to disappear…”

Tears streamed from her eyes as she pleaded, trembling with fear, her teeth chattering.

“It’s okay. You won’t disappear. Just your thoughts will change a little.”

“L-Like Yuna… You’ll make me… your puppet… You… worst kind of pervert…”

A bit of light returned to Utashiro-san’s eyes, her sense of self resurfacing.

The image of her brain being tampered with was too strong, and the suggestion seemed to be weakening.

Her body was trembling slightly, her neck muscles straining as she tried to turn toward me.

(This might be bad…)

The hypnosis might break. Sweat trickled down my cheek.

“Asuka-chan! No! I wasn’t changed—I just realized my true feelings!”

‘Zubo!’

“A, gyagyagya?! Gagyagya… Goga, gehaa, goo, goo… Gaa…”

Yuna suddenly thrust her index finger into Asuka’s right ear.

Utashiro-san, feeling as though her brain had been pierced, completely rolled her eyes back, let out a groan, and went still.

‘Bushu, bushu… Jyorororo…’

“Oh, she wet herself…”

Having lost consciousness, Utashiro-san had urinated, the puddle spreading across the floor.

I thought this was bad and brought my hand near Utashiro-san’s mouth… She was still breathing, it seemed.

“Phew, Yuna! If you handle her so roughly like that, Utashiro-san might end up broken! Is that okay? She was your best friend, right?”

Yuna pulled her finger out of Utashiro-san’s ear and stared at it closely.

“She was my best friend, sure… But she kept being rebellious, saying I was changed, and worst of all, she called you ‘the worst.’ I’m kinda done with this.”

Yuna flicked Utashiro-san’s cheek with her finger.

Utashiro-san didn’t react at all. Could she stay like this…?

“No way! If someone as noticeable as Utashiro-san suddenly stops coming to school, everyone will think it’s weird and make a fuss. I don’t want attention yet.”

(Treating her best friend like a thing… Did I go too far, or is this the real Yuna…?)

Utashiro-san’s lips moved faintly.

“…Yu…na… Yu…na…”

Though unconscious, she seemed to be faintly calling Yuna’s name.

Such a beautiful friendship… or perhaps love…

“Hehe, so cute… Hey, Mamoru.”

Yuna repeatedly poked Utashiro-san’s cheek, and Utashiro-san seemed to react slightly.

“What?”

Yuna started pressing Utashiro-san’s cheek harder, grinding her finger into it.

“Can I have this? Can I do whatever I want with it?”

Yuna was smiling gleefully, but her smile was distorted.

What to do… I crossed my arms, thinking about the future…