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

Chapter 96: The Overloaded Princess

(MC POV)

“Line up quickly! No dawdling!”

“““Yes!”””

At Tomidokoro Misato’s command, the kendo club members align swiftly, their movements precise.

“Start with men strikes!”

The gym echoes with the sharp clacks of bamboo swords.

The girls, who seemed so casual before, now move with intense focus.

(Incredible intensity… kinda scary… but amazing…)

I’m genuinely impressed… this isn’t just a gap moe thing. I want Misato even more now.

Yuna looks shocked but also super excited.

“Misato-san’s amazing… I get the ‘Overloaded Princess’ vibe now.”

I whisper to Honoka, who’s frantically snapping photos, while jotting notes for the article.

She’s skilled at koto and flower arrangement, looks like a cute, refined lady, comes from a swordsmanship dojo, and transforms when she ties her hair… what an intriguing girl.

“Right? But you’re not shocked enough yet. Just watch.”

Honoka grins smugly, clicking away.

(There’s more? I’m already overwhelmed…)

They’ve been practicing basic men strikes for over 30 minutes.

(Like a sauna in here…)

The gym’s swelteringly humid, and even we’re sweating just standing here…

(Insane… I could never do this. Could Natsume? Oh, I haven’t kissed her in a while…)

The heat’s making my head fuzzy, wandering to random thoughts…

“Alright! Break time! Then we move to kakarigeiko!”

During the break, everyone removes their gear, but the members stay tense.

Misato still radiates an aura…

“Honoka-buchou, what’s kakarigeiko?”

“Basically, one side attacks, the other defends, and the attacker keeps striking. Watch, it’s wild.”

(Wild? Misato’s strikes must be insane… national champion, after all…)

I swallow hard, heart racing with excitement.

“Break’s over! Gear up!”

After ten minutes, the members don their gear again, still tense, no one relaxing.

“Two at a time, step forward!”

“““Yes!”””

Two members face Misato, one on each side.

(Huh? Misato’s defending? And… she’s holding two swords?)

Kendo’s usually one-on-one with a single sword, but Misato grips one in each hand, the left one slightly shorter.

“Begin!”

The kakarigeiko starts… and I can’t believe my eyes.

Misato blocks simultaneous strikes from both sides, each with one hand…

They’re hitting randomly—men, kote, dou—and she parries perfectly, single-handedly.

“Your strikes are weak!”

She even counters occasionally, her strikes flawless even to an amateur like me, all while staying rooted in place.

Whack!

Her strikes ring out sharply in the gym, done with one hand.

(Like each arm’s a separate entity…)

“Like each arm’s a different creature, right? Isn’t it wild? That’s dual-wielding.”

Honoka snaps photos, practically vibrating with excitement.

(Dual-wielding is real… that’s insane…)

Misato handles two rounds of kakarigeiko with dozens of members.

Her breathing’s a bit heavy now, but the attackers are gasping, shoulders heaving.

They move to practice matches, and the session ends.

Everyone lines up, removing gear. Misato takes off her men.

A sharp, sweat-drenched beauty, face flushed, panting… I’m getting worked up…

(Wanna make her pant like that…)

She unties her hair, running her fingers through it, letting it fan out… I’m mesmerized…

“Make sure to stretch properly to avoid injuries.”

Misato’s fluffy aura returns, back to the gentle girl we first met.

(Total split personality…)

After thorough stretching and cleaning, they disband.

(That was unreal… I want her even more now. No, I need her.)

My cock’s straining in my pants—I’m that excited.

“Sorry to bother you right after practice.”

“No, don’t worry. Sorry if I’m a bit sweaty.”

The fluffy Misato wipes sweat with a tenugui, sitting for our interview.

We sit in a semicircle around her on the floor.

Her body’s still warm, cheeks flushed, but her breathing’s steady despite all that exertion.

(What would she be like if she lost control…)

Sweat beads on her forehead and neck. She brushes back her semi-long brown hair, wiping her exposed nape—sexy…

Some bangs stick to her forehead, turning me on.

Her scent’s stronger post-practice, but… it’s a reward.

“No, no, it’s fine! Doesn’t bother us… ow?!”

Yuna slaps my thigh hard.

“You’re supposed to say, ‘Not at all!’ So tactless… Sorry, Misato-san, our Kageyama-kun’s an idiot…”

“No, I don’t mind. Ask me anything.”

Misato’s fluffy aura is soothing…

(If Asuka-chan were here, she’d probably fall asleep…)

“Let’s get started…”

I ask about her background.

As Honoka said, Misato’s from a prestigious swordsmanship dojo, trained since childhood.

(Honoka’s research is solid…)

Honoka’s happily snapping photos.

Her sense of style’s awful, but she’s good at gathering info… such a quirky person…

“Thanks, that’s enough for the article.”

(Got the basics covered.)

“Good. Don’t forget my request, okay?”

Misato clasps her hands, tilting her head, her wavy hair swaying softly.

“Oh, right! The kendo club recruitment, right? We’ll include it.”

“Thanks. Mutou-kun quit so suddenly… he won’t reply to me. You’re in his class, right? How’s he doing? Still attending?”

Yuna looks up, thinking.

“Hmm… sorry, I don’t talk to him much, so I don’t know… Did something happen?”

Yuna answers seriously, looking genuinely clueless… probably doesn’t care about him at all… poor Mutou…

“I don’t talk to him much either. Different friend groups. He attends class daily, but I haven’t noticed any changes.”

I give a safe answer… I don’t care either.

“Oh, that’s too bad…”

“Were you and Mutou close?”

Her downturned eyes meet mine, making my heart skip.

(Damn, I might fall for her…)

“No, not like that. He trained at my family’s dojo. He was cool when he was serious about it, but he stopped coming… Maybe he lost to someone?”

(Is she looking at me? Kinda scary…)

“Oh, that’s concerning… Are you thinking of, like, avenging him…?”

“No, I’m not worried. I’m not that interested in weak people. I did think he was nice, but… my only concern is if he’s tarnished our dojo’s reputation.”

She thinks for a moment, then smiles softly.

“Avenge him… you make it sound like he really lost to someone. Do you know something?”

She stares straight at me… I might’ve said too much…

“W-Well, what’s your type in guys? Strong ones?”

I pivot, since I planned to ask for the article anyway.

“Yeah, I like strong guys. At least stronger than me.”

(That’s basically a national champion… does that guy even exist?)

“So, no chance for me then… haha…”

“Oh, I wouldn’t say that… You seem surprisingly strong, Kageyama-san.”

Her refined smile is adorable… but there’s an edge to it…

“So, you like strong guys. Got it! Thanks for today!”

Yuna stands, cutting between us, her smile strained.