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

Chapter 95: Tomidokoro Misato…

(MC POV)

“The newspaper club wants to talk to me?”

Tomidokoro Misato tilts her head curiously, her wavy hair swaying softly.

Yuna and the others’ eyes turn to me…

(What? I’m supposed to talk? What about buchou…)

I glance at Honoka, who’s staring at Misato with a dazed look, clearly captivated by her aura.

“Sorry for the sudden visit. We conducted a popularity poll for first-year girls… like, who’s the most intriguing. And, well…”

Misato looks straight at me, listening quietly.

(She’s got this refined vibe.)

“You ranked in the top four, so we’d love to interview you and publish the results in the school paper. What do you think?”

She listens until I finish. Saying it out loud makes me realize how awkward this request sounds.

She thinks for a moment, looking like a delicate doll…

“Sure, I’m okay with it. But on one condition: please promote the kendo club too.”

Kendo club… I think Mutou from our class was in the boys’ team until recently. Quit after an injury or something… not that I care.

“Mutou-san suddenly quit, so the boys’ team is struggling, and the girls’ morale is down too… Could you feature us to boost the club? Is that okay?”

We look at Honoka. She’s the president, so it’s her call.

“Perfect! We’d love to do that!”

Honoka’s eyes sparkle. It’s a win-win for the newspaper club.

“Thank you. I’ll talk to our president and advisor, so please come to the gym after school.”

Misato clasps her hands in front of her chest, smiling… her breasts are neither too big nor too small… perfect to hold…

That’s what “graceful” means, right?

“Senpai… how’s she the ‘Overloaded Princess’? She’s just a soft, cute girl. Hard to believe she’s in kendo.”

“Hehe, you’ll see when we watch her practice. It’ll blow your mind!”

Honoka grins mischievously… kinda irritating…

After school, we gather at the gym.

“Wish we could’ve all come for the first interview…”

“No choice. They only allowed three people so we don’t disrupt practice.”

Honoka grumbles while snapping photos of the girls’ kendo team in the gym.

The boys’ team is off today—guess their motivation’s low… not that I care.

The kendo club’s advisor and president approved the interview, but only three of us could come to avoid interfering. So, it’s Honoka, me (since I’m writing the article), and Yuna, who Misato specifically requested.

Asuka-chan was fine with it, but Sayaka sulked until I promised to “do something amazing to her” later… what’s “amazing” supposed to mean…

“Okay, everyone, gather up! Time for warm-ups!”

At Misato’s call, the club members assemble.

Her soft, wavy hair flows down her back, same as at lunch, with that fluffy aura.

Time feels like it slows around her…

She scans the neatly lined-up members, smiling with satisfaction. Her gentle, downturned eyes enhance her kind expression.

(Nice… so soothing… I definitely need a girl like her.)

She wears a crisp white kendo uniform, standing tall with perfect posture—it suits her perfectly.

(What’s under those hakama pants…)

Just imagining it turns me on… gotta have her wear them when we…

The contrast with her fluffy vibe is thrilling.

I can’t help but grin…

“Ow?!”

A sharp pain in my butt. I look to see Yuna pinching me, her eyes cold, grip tightening.

“Don’t forget this is work…”

“Yes… it hurts…”

Honoka watches our exchange, smirking… so annoying…

“One, two, one, two… Don’t want injuries, so let’s stretch properly, okay? One, two, one, two…”

“““Yes!”””

At Misato’s command, a dozen girls stretch carefully.

So many girls moving in sync—it’s fun to watch… wait, huh?

“Honoka-buchou, why’s Misato leading when there are upperclassmen?”

“Oh, the president’s absent today. Misato’s family runs an old swordsmanship dojo, and she’s been training since she was little. She’s great at leading, so she’s in charge when the president’s gone, even as a first-year.”

“Huh…”

Didn’t expect that. Thought she was just a refined young lady.

“Her dad’s a kendo expert too, even trains police officers. My sister’s worked with him, she says.”

“Your sister’s a cop?”

“Yup, a detective! Cool, right?”

Honoka puffs up proudly… yeah, still annoying…

“She’s been doing swordsmanship and kendo since she was a kid. Won nationals in middle school. Plus, she’s top-notch at koto and flower arrangement. Amazing, right?”

“Seriously?”

This school’s girls are on another level.

But swordsmanship, kendo, koto, and flowers… doesn’t seem that overloaded to me.

“Yup, for real! She’s unbeatable in the club except by the president. That’s why she’s leading… and she’s got everyone’s respect, so it works.”

Honoka starts snapping photos of the members swinging bamboo swords, centered on Misato.

True, even the upperclassmen seem fine with her.

Misato swings her sword slowly, checking her form.

(Still so fluffy… is she really that strong?)

“Okay, everyone, let’s start practice. Put on your gear, and make sure it’s secure—it’s dangerous otherwise.”

The members kneel before neatly arranged gear along the gym wall, putting it on.

Misato deftly ties on her tare (waist guard) and dou (chest guard).

(She’s definitely skilled…)

After securing her gear, she takes a hair tie, holds it in her mouth, closes her eyes, and gathers her semi-long hair into a low ponytail.

(Girls tying ponytails are so fun to watch. Gotta have everyone do it sometime.)

Her fluffy ponytail is adorable… bet it’d feel great to touch.

Her nape’s exposed… so exciting… wanna lick it.

(Huh?)

As Misato slowly opens her eyes, her demeanor shifts?

Her gentle, downturned eyes now seem sharper…

“Ugh?!”

Did she just look at me? …Feels like my heart got pierced…

“You okay, Mamoru? Your face is pale.”

Yuna peers at me, worried.

“Hey… is something stuck in my chest…?”

“Huh? Nothing’s there. What’s wrong?”

I touch my chest, but there’s nothing… right?

“When our eyes met, it felt like she shot through my heart…”

“What?!”

(Oh, crap…)

I look at Yuna, but it’s too late—her eyes are ice-cold.

“Oh, a love confession? Congrats! She’s cute, isn’t she? Have a happy life!”

Yuna rants and turns away… bad move…

“No, wait, not like that! Not a metaphor, like… physically pierced…”

“What are you even saying? I don’t get it.”

“Can you stop with the formal tone…?”

She won’t look at me… Behind me, Honoka’s stifling laughter.

(Don’t laugh! I’ll shut you up next time…)

“Yuna-chan, don’t be mad. Look at Misato’s eyes.”

Yuna reluctantly glances at her, prompted by Honoka.

“Huh? Were her eyes always that sharp?”

Yuna asks Honoka, puzzled. I look again.

(Those… are a warrior’s eyes…)

“Since she was little, she’s been immersed in swordsmanship. When she ties her hair, she gets in the zone.”

That’s not just “they say” level—she’s like a different person…

“Wow, she’s totally different, right?”

Yuna talks to me… phew, good…

With her warrior’s eyes, Misato wraps a tenugui around her head, puts on her men (face mask) and kote (gloves), and stands gracefully… same posture, but a completely different aura…