Enchanted by the Power of the Evil Eye ~The Harem School Life Crafted by a Girl Falling Under My Hypnosis~ - Chapter 8: The Second Onee-san

Chapter 8: The Second Onee-san

“Sorry, I thought I had to be quiet since Kageyama-kun was sleeping.”

Akamine-san let her friend into the infirmary.

“If you lock the door, the teacher can’t come in, you know?”

Making a sharp observation as she entered was Utashiro Asuka-san.

She’s Akamine-san’s close friend, with a gradient bob covering her left eye and a petite frame about 10 centimeters shorter than Akamine-san.

Her sharp, cool eyes peek through her hair, giving her a cool impression.

She’s not the type to stand out, so she’s often overshadowed by Akamine-san or Kurokami-san, but she’s quite a beautiful girl.

She’s apparently in a band, with a ton of fans, both guys and girls, in the literal sense.

She considers herself Akamine-san’s protector and is one of the reasons guys can’t easily get close to Akamine-san due to her tight guard.

For now, I acted like I just woke up, rolling over a bit.

“You didn’t come back even after class, so I got worried. Kageyama, you didn’t do anything weird to Yuna, did you?”

Her words were sharp. As expected from a band vocalist, her voice was clear and resonant.

“Hey, Asuka-chan! Kageyama-kun was really feeling bad, so don’t say things like that!”

“S-Sorry.”

Utashiro-san seems to defer to Akamine-san and immediately apologized.

“Not to me, right?”

“Ugh… Kageyama, my bad. I’m sorry.”

Prompted by Akamine-san, Utashiro-san apologized to me.

“I-It’s fine…”

When I looked at Utashiro-san, she had a genuinely apologetic expression.

She’s not a bad person at heart.

(Well, I won’t forgive her for interrupting, though.)

“By the way, Ren-chan-sensei mentioned earlier that the infirmary teacher went to the hospital with a student who broke a bone, so they won’t be back for a while.”

Utashiro-san said this, perhaps wanting to change the subject.

“Huh? Really? Geez, Ren-chan should’ve said that sooner. So what should we do about Kageyama-kun?”

“Well, I’m feeling a lot better, so I think I’ll head home early…”

I got up from the bed and said to Akamine-san.

Of course, I fixed my clothes under the covers.

“Really? Are you sure you’re okay? Want me to walk you home?”

“I’m fine. It’s close enough to walk, and I can go alone. If you miss any more classes, it’ll be trouble for you, right, Akamine-san?”

I had a slight hope we could continue, but staying together any longer might lead to complications.

For today…

“Alright… Be careful, okay?”

Akamine-san looked worried but also seemed concerned about classes, speaking apologetically.

“Then I’ll go let Ren-chan know, okay?”

“And I’ll go to the classroom to grab your stuff. As an apology for earlier. Just your bag and blazer, right?”

Utashiro-san followed up on Akamine-san’s suggestion.

“Th-Thanks, both of you.”

(They’re really kind… though I won’t forgive her for interrupting.)

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“Huh? Mamo-kun, you’re heading home early? Still not feeling well?”

I ran into Yuki-nee in front of my house.

“Still a bit off. Did you finish university, Yuki-nee?”

“I only had morning classes today. I’ve got the day off from my part-time job, and Natsumi said she’ll be late with practice, so I was thinking of relaxing for once.”

Yuki-nee hid a bag of snacks behind her back, looking a bit embarrassed.

(So… cute… ugh…)

“Huh? Are you okay?”

Yuki-nee rushed over to me, worried.

But inside me, I felt that “dark thing” again.

“Yuki-nee…”

“What’s wrong? Are you in pain?”

“Look into my eyes…”

“Ah…”

The moment Yuki-nee looked into my wide-open eyes, the light faded from her eyes, and she went limp.

The bag of snacks fell…

“Yuki-nee, can you hear my voice?”

“Yeah… I can hear you…”

Yuki-nee answered weakly… her eyes reflected nothing…

“I’m tired, so can I rest at your house, Yuki-nee?”

“Yeah… that’s fine…”

Yuki-nee started walking unsteadily and opened her house’s door.

Since we were kids, Yuki-nee, Natsumi, and I used to play at each other’s houses, so Yuki-nee let me in without resistance.

“Thanks… Yuki-nee…”

I picked up the bag of snacks, entered the house with Yuki-nee, and quietly locked the door.

“Yuki-nee, look closely into my eyes.”

“Yeah, I’ll look closely into Mamo-kun’s eyes…”

Yuki-nee and I sat side by side on the living room sofa, locking eyes again… planting the “suggestion.”

“When Yuki-nee hears me say, ‘Hey, do this,’ you’ll say, ‘Okay, sure,’ and do it.”

“Okay… I understand…”

Yuki-nee nodded… her eyes still vacant…

“Hey, show me your breasts.”

I tried a bolder command than with Akamine-san.

“N… That’s… a bit…”

Yuki-nee twisted her body in embarrassment, rejecting my command.

(I see… It’s tough unless their heart is ready to accept it… Let’s try something else, then…)

I looked into Yuki-nee’s eyes again.

“Yuki-nee, do you remember when I was a baby?”

“…Yeah, I remember. Your Onee-chan showed me, and Mamo-kun was so cute.”

Yuki-nee answered, her face flushing. She and my Onee-chan were close, so she’s known me since I was a baby.

(Then…)

“Yuki-nee, the person in front of you isn’t 16-year-old Mamoru but ‘2-year-old’ Mamoru.”

I made her see me as a 2-year-old so she wouldn’t lose recognition of my words.

“Oh… Mamo-kun… so small… so cute…”

It seems to have worked. To Yuki-nee, I now looked like a small, cute boy.

She looked at me with affection.

“How old is Yuki-nee now?”

“I’m 19 years old.”

“Huh? But Yuki-nee and I are three years apart, right? So doesn’t that mean Yuki-nee is ‘5 years old’ now?”

I tried to say it as cutely as possible.

“Huh? Oh… you’re right… I’m… five years old, aren’t I…?”

I couldn’t help but laugh; it seems to have worked.

“Let me ask again, Yuki-nee, how old are you?”

“I’m five!!”

Yuki-nee held up her right hand with all five fingers spread out.

“Hey, hug me.”

I spread both arms in a “hug me” pose.

“Okay! Sure!”

Yuki-nee hugged me tightly.

“Bu… ugh… buho!”

I thought I was going to die, my face smothered in Yuki-nee’s ample chest.

(But it’s so warm… Girls are this warm… And she smells so good…)

“What’s wrong, Mamo-kun?”

Yuki-nee, reverted to a younger age, didn’t seem to notice her grown chest and couldn’t understand why I was nearly suffocating.

Alright…

“Yuki-nee… boobies!”

I grabbed Yuki-nee’s ample chest, doing my best to act like a child.

“…Oh! Mamo-kun wants boobies? Okay, you can touch them like always.”

Yes! I’d heard that before I was old enough to remember, Onee-chan used to let me touch Yuki-nee’s chest for fun, so I tried it… and it was true! Nice one, Onee-chan!!

I was so frustrated when I heard they stopped doing it as we both grew older… but it’s finally happening!!

“Mamo-kun, I’ll give you my boobies, okay?”

(…?!)

With that, Yuki-nee started taking off her clothes.

(?! Onee-chan?! What did you make Yuki-nee do back then?!)

Yuki-nee took off her bra and gently pulled my head toward her chest.

“Nguu?”

(Huh? It’s… sweet?)

A kind of indescribable sweetness spread in my mouth…

“Ero… ero… chuba…”

My shame vanished instantly, and I started licking eagerly.

“Nn, Mamo-kun, you’re being rougher than usual, that’s not okay…”

Yuki-nee only seemed to feel the sensation…

“Yuki-nee… When your chest… your nipples are licked, it feels good… You like feeling good, right?”

“Oh… ahn, w-what, ah, ah, ah… feeling good… I like it…”

Yuki-nee’s face visibly reddened, and she looked entranced.

“Yuki-nee, from now on, every time you say ‘like’ or ‘cute,’ you’ll feel better and better…”

“Oh… okay… when I say like or cute, it feels good…”

(Yes…)

“Yuki-nee, do you like me?”

“Yeah, I ‘like’ Mamo-kun… ah…?”

Yuki-nee’s eyes grew moist.

Yes, I succeeded in linking pleasure to her words…