Enchanted by the Power of the Evil Eye ~The Harem School Life Crafted by a Girl Falling Under My Hypnosis~ - Chapter 81: My Thing…

Chapter 81: My Thing…

(MC POV)

Kurokami-san slips off her shoes and steps into the room, her body swaying limply.

She stops in front of Yuna, collapsed on the floor, glances at her, then steps over her to kneel before me, seated in my chair, head bowed.

“What about your best friend?”

I ask the obvious, wanting her to say it.

She wasn’t supposed to come to Asuka-chan’s place today, because of her “best friend’s request”…

She wasn’t supposed to move freely in Asuka-chan’s room, because of her “best friend’s request”…

But now, Kurokami-san is here of her own will, moving of her own accord…

That’s what this means, right?

“…I don’t care anymore…”

She mutters, slowly raising her face.

“…Those two… I don’t care anymore…”

Her glossy, seductive eyes meet mine.

“Weren’t you fighting to take those two back from me?”

“Why do I have to be the only one holding back…?”

She bites her lower lip, trembling.

“They look so happy, so pleasured, so why do I have to hold back? Ugh…”

Sobbing, she clings to me. I look down at her, keeping my gaze as cold as possible.

She’s still trembling, but her breathing grows heavier… her lips curl upward…

“It’s always like this… Yuna gets all the affection…”

“…Asuka’s so popular…”

“…People call me unapproachable, a ‘flower on a high peak’…”

Her trembling intensifies… good…

“Everyone expects me to be perfect at studies… Yuna gets praised even when she messes up, but me? It’s just expected… I study so hard, but no one praises me—not my parents, teachers, or classmates… it’s just expected… I even hold off masturbating during exam periods…”

Yeah, Kurokami-san’s got that perfect, talented image… does she do it every day?

“I don’t even watch news on TV… I watch variety shows, comedies, romance dramas with hot actors… I swoon, I dream… I fantasize…”

People probably think she only watches serious stuff… how far do those fantasies go?

“I read manga, light novels, even doujinshi… romance ones too… my phone’s full of e-books, and I buy physical copies… even extras for keeps… I get excited reading them…”

She probably seems like she reads novels or serious books… excited how?

“But I’m trying so hard, you know?”

“I like meat more than vegetables… ramen, junk food… but I eat salads to stay in shape…”

Her body’s so attractive… I’d love to grab ramen with her…

“I hate sports… I like staying home, playing online games, apps… but I run, I stretch…”

I’d play games with her…

“Because… a good figure’s better, right? But it just makes people stay away…”

Makes her seem too perfect, too hard for normal guys to approach…

She opens her jacket… full breasts spill out, no bra.

“My boobs are so big… but no one even touches them…”

“You’re the type who looks slimmer in clothes, huh…”

Her face flushes, squirming with embarrassment… so cute…

“I hide them usually… I showed them to a guy I was getting close to once… he said they weren’t what he expected… disgusting… ugh…”

Kurokami-san had someone like that? Calling a girl disgusting… what a scumbag…

“You had someone you were close to?”

“Yeah… we went on one date… on the second, I showed him, and he said, ‘I didn’t think you were that type… I thought you were more serious.’ Then he ghosted me.”

(Someone trying to get with my girl… unforgivable… second date, huh?)

“So I started hiding them… you probably think Yuna or Asuka’s size is just right, don’t you? All guys do, right?”

She glances at the unconscious two, their chests faintly rising… well, compared to her… Natsume’s aren’t big either.

“I want to hang out with guys… do naughty things… lewd things… I want to kiss, be teased, spanked, fucked!!”

She stares into my eyes…

“Yuna and Asuka… they weren’t like that at first, right? You made them that way, didn’t you?”

“Yup. Yuna was touchy but not sexual… Asuka-chan was into Yuna. So I reshaped them to my liking.”

Yuna and Asuka-chan are still out cold…

“Do you hate girls who are lewd from the start? Do you hate sexual girls?”

She looks at me with pleading eyes.

She wants me to say, “Not at all.”

I could… but let’s drive one more wedge in.

I meet her eyes… the eye drops are already working.

“Yeah, guys hate lewd, sexual girls.”

“Huh…? …Ah… n…”

Her eyes go blank… like they’re being painted black…

My unexpected words tear a hole in her heart, and I can feel my words—my power—sinking in.

“Normal guys hate lewd girls. They hate girls who aren’t good at studies, watch naughty shows or read naughty books, eat a lot, or can’t do sports… a girl like you? No one would like you.”

Tears stream from her eyes, her face pales, and she starts shaking.

(I feel a bit bad… any guy who’d say that to a girl is the real scumbag… sorry, Kurokami-san…)

“Think back. That’s how it’s always been, right? You weren’t a ‘flower on a high peak’… you were just disliked.”

“No… no… that’s not… it was… it was like that… I was disliked…”

Her head drops, like her heart’s breaking…

“But… I’m different.”

I gently hug her, stroking her hair—silky, fine, perfect to touch forever.

It smells sweet and tangy… almost there…

“Huh?”

“What did you think of me? Be honest.”

“A crazy person… a twisted scumbag…”

Pretty harsh… stings a bit…

“Yup, I’m a twisted scumbag. The only crazy guy like me in the world… so…”

I look into her eyes.

“I’m the only one in the world who’ll accept you.”

Her blank eyes reflect me.

“You’ll… accept me?”

I nod.

“I masturbate every day…”

“I do it morning and night, and have sex too.”

“I have lewd fantasies…”

“I’ll make them real.”

“My room’s full of light novels and doujinshi…”

“I’ve got twice as many. Wanna share recommendations?”

“I love ramen and meat…”

“Me too. Let’s eat stamina food… for the night.”

“I play games all the time…”

“Let’s play together. I won’t let you sleep.”

“…My boobs are big… you won’t call them disgusting?”

“I love big boobs. I’d never say that… will you let me fuck them?”

“Yeah! I will! …I’d ask for sex on the second date…”

“The first date’s fine too. I’ll do you as many times as you want.”

“…Do it to me…”

Her arms wrap around my neck, her face—Kurokami-san’s face—right in front of me…

“Um, you know… I…”

She squirms, like she wants to say something.

“What? I’m listening.”

“I… I want to be spanked, tied up… bullied a lot… and you still won’t hate me…”

Her breath brushes my face… warm, sweet… I’m at my limit…

“Sorry if I break you, Kurokami-san… I want to wreck you… I love you that much…”

Light returns to her eyes… cheeks flush, lips glossy.

“Break me, Kageyama-kun, I want you to break me! Wreck me… n?!”

I can’t hold back anymore and kiss her lips.

Mmph, slurp, slurp, smack… ngu, nn, agu, gu, gu, gu…

I devour her mouth, her tongue. She entwines hers with mine, her muffled moan when I nibble her tongue is irresistible…

“N, nn, n, n, n, nn… nn… ha… ahh…”

She looks at me with ecstatic eyes…

“Kurokami-san, will you be mine?”

“Call me Sayaka… my Master…”