Enchanted by the Power of the Evil Eye ~The Harem School Life Crafted by a Girl Falling Under My Hypnosis~ - Chapter 50: Playing with Natsumi and… Old Stories?

Chapter 50: Playing with Natsumi and… Old Stories?

I played the rattle for Natsumi 15 times, making her regress 15 years old… She should be about 1 years old now.

Natsumi’s body slowly tipped over and lay down.

“N… N, munya… Aah, uuh…”

Natsumi’s demeanor changed. She blinked rapidly, her face taking on a childlike innocence.

She flailed her arms and legs, looking around curiously. Since she was on the bed, she curled up slightly, seeming a bit cramped.

“Aah… Uun… Uuh, aah, aah, aah.”

After looking around for a while, Natsumi spotted me and babbled something wordless, as if she was trying to me.

“Calling for me?”

(Huh? Doesn’t she see me as a baby? Did I mess up…? Oh, right, of course. She hasn’t met me when she was a baby, so she probably doesn’t recognize me as “me.” She probably sees me as an older brother figure or something.)

Natsumi kept staring at me, flapping her hands, but soon her eyes teared up, and she started to whimper.

“Aah, aah, uuh… Ugu, gusu, guzu…”

I guess it was bad that I didn’t respond to her right away.

“Oh, sorry, sorry, don’t cry, okay?”

Feeling oddly guilty, I leaned forward and got closer to Natsumi.

“There, there, good girl, don’t cry.”

“Aah… Kya kya, uuh, kya kya!”

When I patted her head, she smiled… So cute…

“Uuh, uuh, uuh… Uun… N… Munya…”

Perhaps reassured, Natsumi’s eyelids grew heavy… and closed.

“Suu… Suu… N, n, mmunya… Suu…”

She started breathing softly, falling asleep… Oh my gosh, there’s an angel…

I couldn’t resist and poked her cheeks. They felt softer than usual.

“N… Nn… Nnn…”

After poking for a bit, Natsumi squirmed.

(Hehe, so cute…)

“…N, Amu.”

Still asleep, Natsumi took my finger into her mouth… sucking on it with a chuba chuba sound.

I’ve made my decision… This girl is mine…

(…Wait?! No, dangerous! I almost lost my rationality…)

Judging this was too risky in many ways, I grabbed Natsumi’s shoulders and shook her.

“Natsumi! Wake up!”

Natsumi’s eyes snapped open. She looked around… and our eyes met.

She realized she was sucking my finger… Her face turned bright red…

“Mnnn~~~n!”

Natsumi yanked her mouth away and hurriedly sat up.

“Are you an idiot?! What are you doing?!”

Natsumi’s scream echoed in the room, her eyes bloodshot…

“N-no, uh, Natsumi, you were so cute? Like an angel…”

“What did you make me do?! Honestly… Ugh~!”

Natsumi hid her face, trembling… Maybe I got a bit too carried away…

I fumbled behind my back for the rattle. It should be around here…

Natsumi glared at me…

“Ma~mo~…I shook it, and she went limp, her eyes vacant.

That was close… Saved by a hair…

“Natsumi, can you hear me? How’s it feel now?”

“Yeah… I hear… Feels good… Blank, really good…”

(Good, she’s sinking in deeper and deeper.)

“Natsumi, how was being a baby? Did you hate it?”

Natsumi’s cheeks flushed slightly, her mouth parting faintly.

“…It felt… really good… but… really embarrassing… but… it wasn’t bad… It felt so… warm… Hehe.”

Natsumi looked dreamy, genuinely blissful.

If that’s the case, she’ll probably accept it without resistance moving forward.

“That’s good… Then…”

I played the rattle 11 times for her.

“Ah… N… Ah, it’s Mamoru…”

Natsumi became 5 years old, looking at me with sparkling eyes.

“Hey, Natsumi…”

“Yay, it’s Mamoru! I love Mamoru so much!”

Natsumi hugged me, her scent overwhelming me.

“W-what’s up, Natsumi?”

“Hehehe, I just wanted to wanted to hug you… Mamoru smells so nice… I love…”

Natsumi squeezed me tightly… Her 16-year-old body has no restraint, it’s intense… It hurts… It’s painful…

“Guh, it’s tight… Hold on a sec!”

I instinctively pushed Natsumi away hard.

(Oh no, crap!)

Natsumi looked shocked, her face blank… Her eyes filled with tears… and she burst out crying!

“Waaah, Mamoru hates Natsumi now~! Mamoru doesn’t like me anymore~~~! Nooo~!”

Natsumi wailed loudly.

“Oh, I’m sorry! That was mean, I’m sorry, okay?”

I hurriedly hugged Natsumi, gently rubbing her back to soothe her.

“Waaah, don’t hate me! I don’t want you to hate me~! Waaah!”

Natsumi cried messily, like a child… Well, she is a child right now…

“I won’t! I could never hate you, Natsumi! I love you, okay?!”

“Guzu, gusu, r-really… You like Natsumi…? You won’t hate me…?”

Natsumi started to calm down, her face a mess of tears and snot… It’s kind of exciting…

“Yeah! It’s true! I love Natsumi so much…”

“Fuhehe… Yay~! Natsumi loves Mamoru too… Uhehe…”

Natsumi hugged me tightly again… I’ll endure it this time… It hurts, but…

My body made a creak creak sound, but that’s just my imagination… It’s nothing…

(Phew… She finally stopped crying…)

For now, a relief…

“So, when Natsumi grows up, will you make me your ‘bride’?”

Natsumi looked up at me with teary eyes, still watery from crying… My heart started racing…

(This is… heading somewhere dangerous, isn’t it?)

Natsumi stared at me with pure, untainted eyes… Not a hint of impurity…

“…You won’t? Do you really hate Natsumi…?”

Natsumi’s face looked like she was about to cry again. Oh no…

“I don’t hate you! Okay, I’ll make you my bride! When you grow up, I’ll marry you, Natsumi!”

Natsumi’s face lit up instantly.

“Yay~! I’m Mamoru’s ‘bride’~! We’re married~! Mamoru’s my husband~!”

Natsumi raised her arms in joy… So cute… But…

For a moment, Yuna’s face flashed in my mind, sending a chill down my spine. No, let’s not think about that now.

“So… Mamoru…”

Natsumi pushed me down. Her strength was so overwhelming I couldn’t resist and fell back.

(Huh?!)

Natsumi’s hands reached for my pants.

“W-what’s wrong, Natsumi…?”

Natsumi licked her lips, her expression not childlike at all?

“Ehehe, you know, when you said you’d be my husband, someone told me doing this would ‘make you happy’… So I’m gonna do it, okay… My husband…”

A cold sweat ran down my back… A bad feeling…

“Someone told you…? Who?”

“Umm… ‘Mamoru’s Onee-chan’!”

What?!

Natsumi’s regressed to when she was 5 years old, acting with the memories and emotions from that time… Onee-chan… What were you teaching 5-year-old Natsumi?

“Yay!”

Natsumi pulled down my pants and underwear, exposing my thing.

(She’s way too skilled at this… Seriously, big sister…)

“Oh, Mamoru’s penis! Ehehe, it’s cute!”

“Ugh!”

Natsumi touched my thing. To her right now, I should look like the 5-year-old me, and my thing should too…

“Ufufu, yay, yay, ehehe.”

Natsumi played with my thing without hesitation…

She stimulated it so precisely… Ugh, it’s starting to feel good… My thing started to swell.

“H-hey, Natsumi… Aren’t you, like, weirdly good at touching it? I get that you’re used to seeing it since we bathed together, but…”

When we were little, we bathed together, so she must have seen my thing as a 5-year-old, but I never let her touch it… I think…

“Umm… I always touched it?”

Natsumi kept playing with my thing… Huh?

“Mamoru’s Onee-chan, when you were sleeping, she’d call me over and teach me how to touch it.”

What?

“When Natsumi grows up, she said I’d have to ‘take care’ of Mamoru’s penis, so she taught me a lot.”

I had no idea… What the heck was Onee-chan doing?

“W-was it bad? Did you hate it? Do you… hate Natsumi now…?”

Seeing my face, Natsumi let go of my thing and started to tear up. I must’ve made a scary expression.

I hurriedly sat up and gently hugged her.

“Sorry, sorry. I don’t hate you, Natsumi. I love you.”

“Really? Natsumi’s not a bad girl? Sniff…”

“No way you’re a bad girl. You’re a good girl, Natsumi. You practiced so much for me, right? That makes you a great girl!”

I gently patted Natsumi’s head.

“Uhehe, Natsumi’s a good girl… I love head pats, uhehe…”

Natsumi, who’d been teary, now beamed with a happy smile.

It’s the smile of the old Natsumi… Different from 16-year-old Natsumi’s smile, it’s the pure smile of 5-year-old Natsumi.