The School is Under Hypnosis, and I'm the Only One Who Knows (I Was Able To Send The Hypnotist Flying Back Home, but Now I’ve Got The Whole School Under My Hands As My Harem, What Should I Do!?)

Chapter 102: Idol Audition

Alcohol is dangerous. I should stop drinking. I always think that the day after drinking. I have a hangover, my head hurts, and when I wake up, there are beautiful women lying around my bed, and I have no memory of it. I must not repeat this.

But for some reason, I keep repeating it. I really have to be careful. The women keep coming up with new ways to get me to drink, so it’s quite difficult.

While going to university with a hangover, a suspicious person approached me. She was wearing a hat, and she also had sunglasses and a mask on. She was a mysterious person who showed no face.

But I knew exactly who it was. The shiny silver hair that stuck out from under the hat, the beauty of the white skin that peeked through the gaps in the mask and sunglasses—it was extraordinary. There was a sense of elegance in the way she walked. Above all, her physique was clearly different from that of an ordinary person. She had proportions that were far removed from those of a regular person. Large breasts, a narrow waist. She was wearing a T-shirt and jeans, which had no fashion sense at all, but it suited her well. And above all, her aura was different.

This suspicious person was probably Shu. She was one of Japan’s top singer-songwriters. I don’t think there’s anyone in Japan who doesn’t know her.

Every time, I wonder how she manages to come to the university without causing a stir. From my perspective, she’s easily recognizable even from a distance. If she came to the university, it means her work has calmed down, right? I thought she was busy with TV and concerts.

“Hello, my beloved. Do you know who I am?”

“Of course I do.”

“I’m not so sure. You don’t contact me very often. Even though I sent you a leaked masturbation video that would cause a stir if it got out, you didn’t even give me your thoughts on it.”

Please don’t send me videos that would cause a stir if seen by anyone. Well, I mean… I used it.

“Anyway, what are you doing today? You’re not that idle to come to the university on a whim, are you?”

“Actually, I have something to ask you today. I’m sorry, but can you come with me?”

“No, I have a class at the university…”

“Oh, that’s too bad. Tonight, there might be a leaked video of you and me having sex.”

“Wah! Stop! Alright, I’ll go, I’ll go.”

What kind of threat is that? It’s Shu who would be in more trouble if it leaked. Do you intend to cause a stir in Japan with something like that? I decided to follow Shu, reluctantly.

Shu brought me to a building in the city center. This was the entertainment agency to which Shu belonged. And in a large room that looked like a conference room. A long table was lined up in a row in the barren white room. There was a single pipe chair on the opposite side, as if it were an interview venue. The table side was the interviewer’s seat, and the lone pipe chair was for the participants, right? And for some reason, I was tied to a chair on the table side.

“Um, Shu-san, why am I tied up?”

“It’s insurance. I think it’s okay, but just in case. I don’t want to be mistakenly accused of forcibly attacking you. I should be fine since I have your consent, but just in case.”

??? What does that mean? I don’t understand.

“Also, why was I brought here?”

“Actually, there’s an audition today. Our agency is going to bring in a new idol. And when we bring in a new idol, of course, I want to bring in a girl who’s to your liking. That’s why I called you as a special judge today.”

In other words, you want me to judge the new idols, right? I don’t understand why I’m tied up.

“We’ve already narrowed down the candidates through a document review, so I think there will be quite a few beautiful girls. I think you’ll enjoy it.”

Enjoy what? I have a bad feeling about this. Well, at this point, I have no idea what to expect.

While we were talking, the door to the conference room was knocked on. Someone seemed to be trying to enter the room.

“Come in.”

Shu invited the person in.

“Excuse me.”

A tense, hard voice came from the entrance of the room.

Then, a beautiful girl in a white bikini swimsuit entered the room. There was a number on the swimsuit. She was number 1.

It seems that an egg idol has come to audition. Is it a swimsuit review from the beginning? Are there only two judges, me and Shu?

The girl who came was a beautiful girl who aimed to be an idol. She had a good figure. She walked to the side of the pipe chair placed in front of us with a stiff movement due to her tension. Her large breasts were swaying.

“What’s your name?”

Shu asked, looking down at the documents in her hand. She was probably going through the application documents.

“My name is Ichika Shiraishi.”

“Please sit down.”

“Excuse me.”

Ichika, the girl, sat down quietly.

“Let’s ask you some questions right away… First of all, how many times a week do you masturbate?”

!!!? Is that the first thing you ask? Don’t you have anything else to ask, like your motivation, the idol you aspire to be, or your favorite idol?

“Umm… once a week.”

Ichika answered shyly in a small voice that was about to disappear. She didn’t have to answer this kind of sexual harassment question seriously.

“Hmm, your sex drive isn’t that strong, is it? Show me how you masturbate.”

Huh!? Shu-san, what are you trying to make this girl do?