I, Who Acquired the Ability to Read Memories, Am Being Swallowed by Darkness - While I Should Be Protecting Beautiful Girls, I Am Being Drawn into Darkness Each Time I Use My Power, Yet for Some Reason, My Harem of Beautiful Girls Keeps Growing - Chapter 58: At the School at Night

Chapter 58: At the School at Night

“Misaki, starting today, you’ll do exactly as I say.”

The eyes behind the glasses glow red.

Ginta Yamashita, who issued this command, wore an eerie smirk.

Misaki, unable to resist Yamashita’s orders, began acting according to his whims.

“I understand…”

Misaki nodded, tears welling in her eyes.

“Three days from now, come to the school at night. And in front of me, defecate. Until then, you’ll be constipated.”

“What? There’s no way I can do that…”

Misaki’s face flushed bright red.

“Don’t worry. You’re under my hypnosis, after all.”

Yamashita grinned wickedly.

Three days later, at night, Misaki went out wearing only a dress.

Without underwear, her nipples stood out with each step, drawing the gazes of passersby.

Misaki must have been filled with anxiety.

Defecating in front of others was something she’d never even considered; her steps were heavy.

But under the power of hypnosis, she couldn’t defy Yamashita’s words.

When she arrived at the school, Yamashita was waiting at the main gate.

“You came. Let’s go.”

Yamashita took Misaki’s hand.

As they walked through the campus, Misaki glanced around nervously.

“Do I really have to do this?”

She asked, her voice laced with unease.

“It’s fine. You just follow my orders.”

Yamashita grinned again.

“Here.”

Yamashita led her to the center of the road just inside the main gate.

The deserted school at night exuded an eerie atmosphere.

“Now, begin. Your constipation is completely cured now. In fact, your urge to go will be at its absolute limit.”

Yamashita said to Misaki.

Tears in her eyes, Misaki lifted the skirt of her dress.

Her white, flawless buttocks were exposed.

Misaki’s face was sweaty and pale.

She seemed to be desperately holding something back with her entire body.

Her expression was one of pain and desperation, on the verge of reaching her limit.

It was the culmination of prolonged mental anguish and the physical strain that came with it.

She had been holding back her bowel movement to the very edge.

That endurance was now on the brink of collapse.

Her body, instinctively, was crying out for release.

“Come on, hurry up. You shouldn’t be able to hold back the urge any longer.”

Yamashita moved behind Misaki.

Trembling with fear, Misaki slowly opened her mouth.

“Ahh…”

Clutching her knees with both hands, she curled her body, trembling as if enduring immense pain.

The wrinkles of her anus began to protrude.

[Buuu! Bubububuuuu!]

Misaki’s fart echoed through the night school.

“Phew!! There’s a farting girl here!!”

Yamashita’s mocking voice.

And finally, her anus stretched so wide the wrinkles disappeared, revealing an astonishingly thick turd.

[Bubo… Buriburiburi…]

At last, her limit was broken.

Misaki’s body shuddered violently, her face a mix of pain and relief.

From her anus, a thick, healthy, textured stool surged out with force.

[Michimichi… Buriburiburi… Michomicho! Buryu!]

It was as if something long suppressed had been unleashed all at once, a powerful flow.

With a tremendous sound, thick, healthy stool poured from Misaki’s body.

The noise reverberated through the night school, shattering the silence with its clamor.

It wasn’t just the sound of excretion—it was like the scream of release after enduring beyond her limits.

“…Don’t look…”

Misaki murmured in a hoarse voice.

She didn’t want anyone to see the stool flowing from her body.

To her, this was far too humiliating, far too shameful.

She was desperately trying to preserve her dignity.

But her plea went unanswered.

Yamashita’s voice rang out.

“What’s with that pathetic display! The so-called student council president, squeezing out a massive turd in a place like this! How pitiful!”

Yamashita’s voice was filled with mockery.

He seemed to revel in Misaki’s suffering as a source of amusement.

His words cut even deeper into her heart.

She was painfully aware of her own weakness.

“…I’m sorry…”

Misaki whispered faintly.

She was deeply ashamed of her actions.

But her body, against her will, continued to excrete instinctively.

“The prim and proper student council president, spreading her anus wide and shitting out a ton of stinking crap in the school at night…”

Yamashita’s mockery grew even harsher.

His words echoed through the corridor, gouging Misaki’s heart.

She felt as though her very existence was being denied.

There was nothing more she could do.

All she could do was watch as her body instinctively continued to excrete.

The moonlight illuminated Misaki’s wet hair.

Her face, soaked with tears, was filled with sorrow.

She was painfully aware of her own weakness.

“Fuhahaha! Look at this spectacle!”

Misaki crouched, trembling.

The faint moonlight illuminated her sweaty skin.

After the intense defecation earlier, another physiological urge now assaulted her.

She was reaching the limit of her endurance.

And finally, it began.

[Jobobobobobo…]

With tremendous force, urine streamed from Misaki’s body.

It was as if a dam had burst, an overwhelming torrent.

Misaki grimaced, curling her body tightly.

She was deeply ashamed of this situation.

But her body, against her will, instinctively continued to urinate.

“Hey, hey, you’re even starting to piss without being asked!!”

Yamashita’s mocking voice.

His voice was cold, cruel, and it wounded Misaki’s heart even deeper.

He seemed to revel in her suffering as a source of amusement.

Misaki couldn’t respond to his voice.

“Making such a pathetic display in a place like this… The so-called student council president, what a disgrace!”

Yamashita’s mockery grew even harsher.

“…I’m truly the worst…”

Misaki murmured faintly.

With trembling hands, Misaki tried to clean up her excrement spread across the ground.

Clutching wet tissues, her desperate attempt to wipe away the filth was filled with a sense of tragic resolve.

After the intense excretion, her body was utterly exhausted.

Yet, she held a strong determination to clean up this mess.

Her powerful desire to restore this place to its original state drove her actions.

But her efforts were in vain.

Yamashita’s mocking voice came from behind her.

“Hey, hey, what are you doing? Don’t clean it up.”

His voice was cold, cruel, and it wounded Misaki’s heart even deeper.

“…Why…?”

Misaki asked in a hoarse voice.

“Tomorrow morning, it’ll be a huge commotion. Let’s let the whole school see your stinking, filthy shit.”

Yamashita’s words gouged Misaki’s heart.

He intended to expose her shame in front of the entire school.

“No one’s name is written on it, so no one will know it’s you.”

“Nooo…”

Yamashita’s words brought deep despair to Misaki’s heart.

Misaki collapsed onto the cold road.

The next morning, the school was in an uproar.

A crowd had gathered on the road from the main gate, with murmurs and gossip flying about.

Misaki’s excrement from the previous night had been discovered.

Someone had found it, and the rumor spread like wildfire, reaching the entire student body in no time.

Misaki watched the scene from a distance, her hands trembling.

Her face was pale, her lips a bloodless purple.

She was deeply ashamed of her actions.

But at the same time, she was painfully aware of her own powerlessness.

And at the center of the commotion, Yamashita wore a cruel smirk.

He was the mastermind behind this chaos, the one tormenting Misaki.

His goal was to thoroughly humiliate her.

And he was steadily achieving that goal.

“Misaki!”

Yamashita’s voice reached Misaki’s ears.

He approached her, a cruel smirk on his face, and said,

“The closing ceremony speech on the stage is all yours.”

“…What… what are you talking about?”

Misaki asked, her voice trembling. She couldn’t grasp his intentions.

“With a thick anal vibrator shoved up your anus. Give your speech like that.”

Yamashita’s words froze Misaki’s heart.

It was an unimaginable humiliation, a terrifying prospect.

“And since that alone won’t be enough, shove a bumpy vibrator up your pussy too.”

Faced with Yamashita’s cruel smirk, Misaki could say nothing.

All she could do was feel her own powerlessness.

And in her heart, a deep despair spread.

On the stage at the closing ceremony, in front of the entire school, she would have to give a humiliating speech.

It would remain an indelible, dark memory in her life, one she could never forget.