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

Chapter 3: The Day My Life Changed Completely

(Onee-chan… is this for real…?)

I was staring at the eye drops Onee-chan sent me.

On the other side of the eye drops, an older woman was sucking on my crotch.

“Guppo, guppo… juru juru…”

The older woman was carefully and lovingly continuing to suck on my crotch.

Her eyes had no light or will, just endlessly caressing my crotch with her mouth.

Her exposed, ample breasts swayed with her movements, her nipples wet with my saliva.

I felt great affection for the older woman and stroked her head.

“Ugh! It’s coming, don’t spill it.”

Dobyu! Byururururu!

“Ugh, ugoboo… goku.”

When I released into her mouth, the older woman pulled away from me and lovingly swallowed what was inside.

“Ha… delicious…”

The older woman had an ecstatic smile on her face.

Her eyes were unfocused, and she kept giggling.

“Ku, ku, ku… Onee-chan… you really are a genius…”

I couldn’t help but let out a laugh.

For the first time in my life, I felt grateful to Onee-chan.

I recalled the events of today.

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When I woke up, I was lying in my bed in my room.

“Huh? Why…?”

I felt a heaviness in my body.

Click

“Huh? You’re awake? Are you okay?”

Mom suddenly came into my room.

“W-What’s that? Knock before you come in.”

The heaviness in my body made me a bit irritated.

“What are you talking about? You’ve been bedridden with a fever this whole time.”

Mom put her hand on my forehead and nodded, saying I was okay now.

“I had a fever?”

“Yeah! When I got home, you were collapsed with a high fever, I was so shocked.”

Apparently, after using the eye drops, just as Onee-chan said, I collapsed from a high fever and intense pain.

(Damn it, that Onee-chan of mine…)

I even felt a murderous rage toward her.

(Come to think of it…)

“Hey, when you got home, wasn’t the TV on?”

“Huh? No, nothing was on.”

“R-Really?”

Mom answered while tidying up the room a bit. It seemed to be true.

For some reason, I felt like I shouldn’t mention the package Onee-chan sent, so I kept quiet.

“So, what about school today? You’ve already missed two days, so if you can go, you should.”

Mom was pulling my uniform out of the closet.

“Ugh, I still feel sluggish…?”

Two days?

“Huh? I was out for two days? Was that okay? You didn’t call an ambulance or anything?”

I couldn’t believe it and pressed Mom for answers.

“What are you talking about? I tried to call one, but you grabbed my hand and kept repeating, ‘Don’t do that, I’m fine,’ over and over… Look, I’ve got a bruise.”

Saying that, Mom showed me the bruise on her right wrist.

(I was unconscious though…?)

“…Whatever. No one cares anyway, so I’ll take today off too.”

I wrapped myself in my blanket to go back to sleep.

“What are you talking about? Kyousuke-kun came to visit you yesterday and the day before! If you’re okay, go show your face.”

“Kyousuke, huh…”

It’s true that Kyousuke, my childhood friend—or rather, my long-time acquaintance—since elementary, middle, and now high school, might come to check on me.

Yagami Kyousuke, unlike me, is a popular guy, somewhat handsome, well-liked by both guys and girls, and the class mood-maker, but for some reason, we get along well and have always been close.

“Oh, and a really cute girl came with him. I think… Akamine-san?”

I jumped out of my blanket in shock.

“Akamine-san came? Both days?”

“Yup! You’re not doing too bad, huh? Even with Yukino-chan and Natsumi-chan from next door, you’re surprisingly popular, aren’t you?”

“Shut up! It’s not like that with any of them!!”

I gave up and started changing into my uniform.

“Yes, yes. They bought drinks and jelly as get-well gifts, so eat these and thank them when you see them. Come on, fix your hair and wash your face, you look messy.”

Mom placed the jelly and sports drink on the table.

I hurriedly ate them and went to the sink to wash my face.

My hair, with just the front naturally curly, never listens to me, and with its volume, it always ends up messy.

(I’ve already given up…)

My narrow eyes make it hard to make eye contact, and people always say they can’t tell if I’m looking at them properly.

(I’ve already given up…)

I tried to fix it as usual… tried!

As I grabbed my bag, I saw the eye drops on the desk.

(Did Mom put them there?)

I nervously picked them up and held them up to the light, but they still looked like ordinary eye drops.

(Should I try using them?)

Out of curiosity and a strange feeling that I should use them, I put them in my right eye…