Enchanted by the Power of the Evil Eye ~The Harem School Life Crafted by a Girl Falling Under My Hypnosis~ - Chapter 94: The Quirky President and the Final Beauty Queen

Chapter 94: The Quirky President and the Final Beauty Queen

(MC POV)

“Tomidokoro Misato?”

I don’t recognize the name. I realize I haven’t paid much attention to other classes.

With Yuna, Sayaka, and Asuka-chan in my class, who cares about the rest?

But right now, I’m more curious about…

“Buchou! What’s with this ‘Overloaded Princess’ thing?”

Yuna stands up, face pale, her voice intense. Sayaka and Asuka-chan look equally shaken.

“Huh? It’s just about the last beauty queen, Tomidokoro Misato-chan.”

“No, not that! What’s with that nickname?”

Yuna shouts, shaking her hair. She can get loud outside of sex too…

“Oh, that? Each beauty queen has a cool nickname! Wanna hear? You wanna hear, right? Here they are!!”

Honoka points at each of them in turn.

“First, the top beauty queen! Everyone’s idol, spreading joy just by being there! ‘Dreamlike Princess’ Akamine Yuna!”

“The academy’s queen of black! Brains and beauty! ‘Starry Princess’ Kurokami Sayaka!”

“A petite frame with a voice that captivates! ‘Cat-Eyed Princess’ Utashiro Asuka!”

“And… ‘Overloaded Princess’ Tomidokoro Misato! Those are your first-year beauty queens!!”

Honoka strikes a pose, looking ridiculously pleased.

So lame… absolutely lame. Why “princess” for a top four?

Maybe I joined the wrong club…

“Who… decided that?”

Sayaka’s icy voice cuts through—not “Sayaka-chan,” but Kurokami Sayaka.

The other two have expressions I’ve never seen…

“Huh? I decided based on the survey and my reporting… it’s cool… right…?”

Honoka’s face pales, especially after seeing Sayaka’s expression…

“Have you announced it anywhere or told anyone?”

Sayaka’s black hair seems to shimmer like a heat haze… an aura?

“N-No, I haven’t told anyone… I was going to publish it in the next paper…”

Honoka starts trembling, on the verge of tears.

“Will you announce it or tell anyone in the future? Are you prepared for that…?”

“I won’t announce it… I won’t tell anyone… I wasn’t prepared… I’m sorry… please forgive me… sniff…”

Honoka finally breaks down crying…

I nearly wet myself but managed to just leak a little…

“Good, then it’s fine. Glad that’s settled! Honoka-buchou-san… I like smart people, so let’s get along, okay?”

“Sniff, sniff, sob, sob…”

Honoka nods repeatedly, clearly terrified… poor thing…

That’s Kurokami Sayaka for you. Scary as hell…

And she’s not even wearing underwear… terrifying…

*

“So, what’s Tomidokoro Misato like?”

Honoka’s calmed down, so I ask again.

“U-Um… well…”

She glances nervously at Sayaka, stumbling over her words… a power dynamic’s forming…

(Come on, we need to respect buchou! She’s gotta do a lot for us!)

I glare at Sayaka, but she notices, blushes, and trembles—excited by my stare.

(Damn, I’m just turning her on… she’s tough.)

“Honoka-buchou-san, I was just startled by the sudden nicknames. I’d love to hear more. If you recommend her, she must be super cute. I’m excited.”

Sayaka tucks her long black hair behind her ear, smiling gently—a picture-perfect moment.

“Huh? R-Really… hehe…”

Honoka’s face melts into a goofy grin… so easy.

Sayaka’s got people figured out… even if she’s not wearing underwear…

“I wanna know too! If Honoka-chan says so, she’s gotta be cute, right? Tell us!”

Yuna leans forward, eyes sparkling with genuine excitement.

Her social skills are top-notch, already calling her “Honoka-chan.”

Yuna’s the type who can get away with anything.

“…I’m curious too. If Honoka-buchou says so, she’s probably legit…”

Asuka-chan mutters, cheeks pink, shyly saying Honoka’s first name. Adorable.

“Everyone… thank you! I’m so happy!!”

Honoka wipes her tears, beaming. She’s thrilled… so easy…

She’s probably the type to fall for any guy’s sweet talk and follow him blindly…

Good thing she won’t do that with anyone but me now… lucky you, Honoka…

“Alright! Why not see her in person? Lunch break’s not over, so let’s go talk to her about the interview. She’s in the class next to yours!”

Regaining her energy, Honoka raises her fist.

So cute… and predictable…

*

“Huh? Mamoru? What’re you doing here? Got business in Natsume’s class?”

We run into Natsume outside the next classroom.

“Yeah, just something…”

“…Did you come to see me?”

Natsume hides her face with her twin-tails, peeking at me. Don’t do that at school… it’s turning me on…

“Sorry, we’re not here for you. We’re here for Tomidokoro Misato. Could you call her for us?”

Yuna cuts between us, her eyebrows twitching.

“…And you are? What do you want with Misato?”

Natsume pretends not to know Yuna. They’ve got no school connection, so she’s playing it cool.

“They’re my classmates and newspaper club members. I joined too, and we want to interview Tomidokoro-san.”

“What? Mamoru, you joined the newspaper club? Huh, cool…”

Natsume acts like it’s news to her. Of course, I already filled her in during our bath.

“So why interview Misato-chan?”

“Uh, well…”

I don’t feel like explaining…

“It’s because Tomidokoro-san ranked in the top four cutest first-years, so we want to interview her about it.”

Yuna cuts in again.

(Hey, don’t provoke her too much…)

“Hmm… okay… I don’t really care about that stuff…”

Natsume pouts, her lips pursed cutely.

“Right? Since Kisaragi-san didn’t make the top four, it’s not your business. By the way, I’m number one! Sayaka-chan and Asuka-chan from our class and club made it too… hehe…”

Yuna puffs out her chest triumphantly but immediately looks like she messed up…

“I said I don’t care… sniff…”

Natsume’s eyes water, her voice trembling…

“Oh, sorry, Kisaragi-san! It’s just a silly game. You’re super cute too!”

Yuna grabs Natsume’s hand to comfort her. Natsume nods, holding back tears.

(If she cries here, it’ll cause a scene.)

Yuna shoots me a “this is tough” look… sorry, I’ll fix it…

“Hey, Kageyama-kun, Kisaragi-san’s kinda childish, huh? Surprisingly immature.”

Honoka, watching us, whispers to me. Yeah, I get why she’d think that… this could be bad…

*

“Misato’s out right now, but she should be back soon… oh, there she is!”

Natsume points to a girl with light, wavy, semi-long hair walking toward us. Her movements have an air of elegance.

People passing by can’t help but stare.

“Misato, the newspaper club wants to talk to you.”

Natsume calls out, stopping her.

“Me? What could the newspaper club want?”

Misato tilts her head curiously, her gestures refined.

Long lashes frame gentle, downturned eyes, and her thin lips add to her elegance.

Her soft, fluffy aura feels soothing just being near her.

(Sweet scent… like peaches… I want her…)

My cock stirs… yeah, this girl’s gonna be mine…