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

Chapter 51: Playing with Natsumi… and Beyond

“What else did Onee-chan teach you?”

I questioned Natsumi after bringing her back to normal, hoping to learn more about my sister that I didn’t know…

“I don’t remember…”

“Huh?”

“I don’t remember anything. I played with Mamoru’s Onee-chan, but I don’t remember anything about what I just said… Sorry.”

Natsumi looked down, upset that she couldn’t be helpful.

She genuinely doesn’t seem to remember. Maybe because it was when she was so young…

Oh well, it’s not worth making Natsumi feel bad just to find out.

More importantly, the age regression worked perfectly. Next…

“It’s okay, Natsumi. I’m not worried about that, so let’s just have fun now, yeah?”

I patted Natsumi’s head.

“U-uh, yeah. Right. What’s next? I’m fine… with anything… ah… n…”

As Natsumi looked up, I played the rattle sound, sending her back into a hypnotic state.

“Natsumi, do you know what this is?”

I showed the vacant-eyed Natsumi a “whistle” I pulled from my pocket.

It’s a standard whistle, like the ones used in gym class.

Natsumi, still limp, moved her head to look at the whistle in my palm.

“…Yes… a whistle…”

Her eyes weren’t focused, but she seemed to recognize it.

“Do you know what happens when I blow this whistle?”

Natsumi shook her head slightly. Of course, I haven’t given her that suggestion yet, so that’s expected.

“What happens when Natsumi hears the rattle sound?”

“When Natsumi hears the rattle sound… I… grow younger…”

Natsumi repeated the suggestion, as if reinforcing it to herself.

“That’s right. So, in contrast, each time you hear this whistle, you’ll grow one year older.”

It doesn’t matter what “in contrast” means here. The point is to make her recognize the whistle as a trigger for aging, the opposite of the rattle.

“But, Natsumi, you have past memories, so you can regress. Do you have future memories?”

Natsumi’s face showed confusion, unable to find an answer in her mind… She’s troubled, so troubled.

“Right? So, Natsumi can become the ideal version of herself as she ages—how she wants to be, how she wants the world around her to be. You can become the person you want to be.”

I just need to give her blank mind the “answer.”

“…Natsumi’s… ideal self… Natsumi’s… ideal… self…”

Natsumi repeated it to herself, letting it sink into her heart.

Once it had fully taken hold, I put the whistle to my lips.

Pi!

I blew it hard. The sound was louder than I expected, startling me a bit.

Natsumi’s body jolted, and she blinked rapidly… Light returned to her eyes.

“Natsumi, how old are you this year, and what grade are you in?”

Natsumi looked puzzled but squinted at me.

“What are you talking about? We’re the same age, so this year I’m 17 years old, a high school sophomore, right? Are you an idiot?”

It worked. She’s one year older.

“Sorry, sorry, you’re right.”

“Seriously, what are you on about? We finally got into the same class after moving up a grade, and you say that… That’s harsh…”

Natsumi pouted, showing her dissatisfaction.

She’s in the class next door now, so her ideal year later is being in the same class.

“Yeah, we’re finally in the same class, huh? We can be together all the time. I’m happy too.”

Natsumi’s cheeks flushed. Her expressions change so much, it’s never boring to watch.

“Really, Asuka-chan’s in our class too… Too bad about Yuna-san…”

My heart skipped a beat.

“Huh? What… happened to Yuna?”

“Yeah… It’s still hard for you to accept, right?”

My throat tightened… No way…

“She’s the only one who got held back and has to repeat her first year…”

Phew, it wasn’t the worst-case scenario… Is that Natsumi’s ideal?

“Y-yeah… That’s too bad…”

“Yuna-san… Turns out she was just a pretty face, huh?”

No, no, that’s too harsh! She’s pretty smart, you know?

“N-Natsumi…”

“Hm, w-what…”

Pi! Pi!

I blew the whistle twice more, making her 19 years old.

“N… Mamoru… Nfu, Mamoru!”

Natsumi hugged me tightly, with such force that we both fell over.

“Welcome home! Are you done with university already?”

I’m a university student now, huh?

“J-just got back. Yeah, I’m done, so I came home. What did you do today, Natsumi? Uh, did I come over to hang out?”

Natsumi looked puzzled… Did I mess something up?

“What are you talking about? We’re married, so of course we live together. And what did I do? I was taking care of our daughter, obviously.”

Oh, that’s how it is… Well, it’s Natsumi’s ideal, so it makes sense… Not that I mind, but a student marriage, huh…

Maybe this is because of the promise I made to 5-year-old Natsumi.

“Y-yeah, you’re right. Thanks as always… My cute wife.”

“Uhehe, it’s no big deal. My darling… I love you, Mamoru.”

Natsumi nuzzled her face into my chest, her sweet scent filling the air.

I’m getting aroused… But there’s something I want to confirm, so I’ll hold back for now.

“By the way… What’s Yuna up to?”

Natsumi sat up abruptly.

“Huh? What are you talking about? Yuna-san got scouted and is an idol now, isn’t she? She’s super busy every day. She dropped out of high school, but her face is her saving grace, right?”

Natsumi does think Yuna’s cute, even if she teases her for being dumb…

“Well, thanks to that, an entire idol agency became yours, didn’t it? Impressive, corrupting nearly 100 girls in less than a year.”

Yeah, that sounds like something Yuna would do… Natsumi understands her pretty well, doesn’t she?

“H-hey, by the way, what’s Yuki-nee doing?”

“Huh? Isn’t that harsh, Mamoru? Using her for sexual relief when I was pregnant and Yuna-san was busy… You used Onee-chan whenever you got horny, didn’t you? Turning her completely into a doll… Isn’t that a bit… cruel?”

In Natsumi’s mind, Yuki-nee really becomes a worthless existence… That’s tragic…

“Huh? Natsumi… Why my hair tied up? Did I do it out of old habit?”

Natsumi said that, then undid her bun, running her fingers through her hair to loosen it.

Her beautiful hair flowed down her back in a single cascade, its sweet scent teasing my nose.

…Snap… Something inside me broke…

“Kya?! W-what? Mamoru?!”

I pushed Natsumi down, pinning her beneath me.

“Sorry, I’m at my limit… Is this okay?”

My breathing grew ragged, my eyes probably bloodshot.

“Fufu, of course it’s okay… Natsumi… wants a second one too… Papa…”

I latched onto Natsumi’s breast…