Enchanted by the Power of the Evil Eye ~The Harem School Life Crafted by a Girl Falling Under My Hypnosis~ - Chapter 98: Ren-chan-sensei

Chapter 98: Ren-chan-sensei

(MC POV)

Yesterday, Natsume made me feel good and lifted my mood a bit… but I’m not forgiving Tomidokoro Misato.

For now, my focus is taking full control of the newspaper club. To use the clubroom freely, I’ve made Honoka my doll. Next up…

“Good morning, everyone! Time for homeroom!”

A cheerful woman with a bright, short haircut strides into the classroom.

Her ample chest bounces with each step—honestly, it’s no exaggeration to say it’s why the guys in this class show up every day.

Our newspaper club advisor and homeroom teacher, Amakata Ren—Ren-chan-sensei.

I need to make her mine. It’ll expand my reach.

Having a teacher as a pawn, even a young one, will be useful.

Plus, Ren-chan’s cute… I want her close.

I run through my plans in my head… scheming’s one of the fun parts.

Meanwhile, Ren-chan-sensei takes attendance and goes over announcements. Her earnest effort and youthful, babyish face are adorable.

She blushed at some light dirty talk from the girls before… probably a virgin. Gotta claim her before anyone else does. First step…

*

“Honoka is my exclusive reporter.”

“Ah… yes… Honoka is Master’s exclusive reporter…”

During lunch break, I turn Honoka into my doll in the clubroom.

Having a clubroom is amazing—no prying eyes, total freedom.

“Honoka, tell me everything you know about Ren-chan-sensei.”

“Yes. Honoka will tell Master everything about Ren-chan-sensei.”

Her vacant eyes face me, and she starts speaking haltingly.

Summarizing beyond basic profile info:

She attended an all-girls high school and university, focusing on studies and club activities.

She was in the track team, especially passionate about relay races.

She’s strict about rules in competitions, always fighting fair.

(Could be useful…)

She’s terrified of the dark, to the point of freezing up.

(Cute… I’m liking her more.)

Never dated a guy, never had a boyfriend.

Never kissed or had sex—a virgin.

No crushes or prospects currently.

Honoka knows some deep stuff. As expected of the newspaper club president.

She’s so useful—making her mine was the right call.

Ren-chan-sensei’s completely free. It’s like God made her for me.

“Surprising she doesn’t interact with guys… any idea why?”

“Yes. Ren-chan-sensei says her first homeroom class is so cute that she can’t think of anything else until we graduate.”

(I’m touched… Sensei, you care that much about us…)

Thank you, Sensei… I’ll make you happy in return.

I glance at my three female classmates…

Sayaka’s testing a new vibrator, trembling as she does.

Asuka-chan watches her nervously.

Yuna’s napping, full from lunch…

They must’ve heard Honoka, but…

Sensei… I’ll make you happy, you cute, pitiful thing…

* * *

(Ren-chan-sensei POV)

“Mmm, tummy’s full. Time to prep for afternoon classes…”

In the staff room, I spot the four club applications and can’t help but grin.

(So happy! Four new members in the newspaper club, all from my class.)

The three girls are so cute they make my heart race, and I’m especially glad Kageyama-kun joined…

After his big injury, I worried he’d stop coming to school…

But he’s here, and he chose a club where he’ll interact with lots of people… Oh no, I’m tearing up…

(Come on, Ren! You’re not old enough to cry so easily!)

I slap my cheeks—smack, smack—louder than intended, drawing stares from other teachers…

“N-Nothing! I’m fine!”

Laughter ripples through the staff room.

(So embarrassing…)

My face is burning—probably bright red.

“Still got work to do… right?”

I pick up a photo from my desk: me with my university relay team and coach.

My greatest treasure, filled with memories of shared struggles and gratitude for my mentor. It always lifts my spirits.

The track team and newspaper club are different, but that doesn’t matter.

I want these kids to have unforgettable club experiences and high school memories. I’ve gotta step up as their teacher!

Alright, I’m pumped!

“Ren-chan-sensei.”

“Wah?!”

I didn’t notice Honoka standing beside me.

(Got too lost in my head…)

“Honoka-san, what’s up?”

She hands me a memo.

“This is for ordering supplies for the new club members.”

The memo lists items and their uses.

“Yup, we can cover this with the club budget. I’ll order them.”

“Thanks, I appreciate it.”

Something feels off… Is Honoka usually this quiet?

Her eyes seem… empty.

“Ren-chan-sensei, will you come to the clubroom today?”

“Oh, yeah. I haven’t been by in a while, but I’m free today, so I’ll stop in.”

“Thanks. We’ll be waiting… please come, okay…”

She turns and leaves the staff room… She’s usually so smiley. Is she tired?

Maybe I’ve left her alone too much… Gotta show up more…

*

After school, I finish my work and head to the newspaper clubroom as promised.

It’s been a while… I need to do better. I’ll visit more often!

(My heart’s racing… What if they don’t want me here…)

I shake off the thought. Those kids wouldn’t act like that… right?

No sounds from inside…

(Are they even here?)

This clubroom’s surprisingly soundproof.

“Everyone… you there?”

I cautiously open the door. The room’s dark, lights off, curtains drawn.

It’s set up for photo developing, so closing the door would make it pitch black… kinda scary… I hate the dark…

“Anyone here?”

I peek in, leaving the door open, but it’s still dim… what do I do… it’s creepy…

Thud!

(Eh?!)

Someone pushes my back… I stumble into the room.

Slam…

The door shuts, plunging the room into total darkness. My eyes haven’t adjusted—I can’t see anything…

“Hey, stop it! This prank’s too much…”

No response… oh no… I’m really scared…

I collapse to the floor, unable to move…

“Ugh, I won’t get mad, just stop… sniff, sniff…”

Tears start flowing… I can’t take this… help…

Click!

The door flies open, light flooding in.

Blinded, I shut my eyes.

“It’s okay now, Ren-chan-sensei.”

Someone grabs my shoulders—a boy’s hands and voice…

“Kageyama-kun…?”

I slowly open my eyes… it’s him.

“Kageyama-kun… sniff, sob, sob… t-thank you… I was s-so scared…”

I’m crying messily in front of my student… pathetic, but the fear and relief from his arrival won’t let me stop…

“You’re okay now. Here, wipe your tears.”

He wipes my tears with a handkerchief… so kind…

“Thank you, Kageyama-kun…”

“Now, Ren… look into my eyes…”

“Huh? …Ah… nn…”

As I meet his eyes… I fall back into darkness…