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 132: Bonding Party

One day, there was a suggestion to have a bonding party among the new teachers.

I also thought that such an opportunity was necessary. I didn’t know how long we would be working together at the same workplace, but it was certain that it would be a long relationship. It would be better to get along early. Being on good terms would also make work more efficient and make it easier to consult with each other.

In particular, I wanted to get along with Serena-san. She was a beautiful blonde-haired, blue-eyed new teacher from another country. I was already familiar with the other new teachers, but I hadn’t had the chance to deepen my friendship with her yet. I wanted to get along with her sooner rather than later. Oh, it’s not because she’s beautiful or anything. I don’t have any ulterior motives…

In fact, I’ve thought about trying to deepen our friendship a few times, but she was always moving around, flitting here and there, and I couldn’t catch her.

It seems like she’s been touring various places on the island. After work, she would hurry off somewhere. She also seemed to be making frequent phone calls. I thought it would be rude to interrupt her during a phone call, so I never had the chance to talk to her.

The bonding party was a good opportunity.

So, after work, we decided to have dinner together under the guise of a bonding party.

The school was located near a dining district. After school, we headed to one of the restaurants with Nagasaki-san, Suzumiya, Kokusho-san, Serena-san, and Mika, who somehow tagged along.

There are quite a few restaurants on this island, but many of them are unusual. Especially after 6 p.m. on weekdays, most restaurants are normal, but on holidays or those that are open at night, they are mostly strange. This restaurant seemed to be one of them.

What was unusual about it was that the staff were wearing peculiar uniforms. The apron-style uniforms had large openings at the chest, and the skirts were quite short. That alone might have been fine, but the restaurant’s most distinctive feature was the floor and ceiling.

The floor and ceiling were covered with mirrors. So, simply by looking at the floor, you could easily peek under the staff’s skirts. Using the mirror on the ceiling, you could also peek at the staff’s cleavage.

Mirrors are prone to dirt and scratches, but there were none of those here. They were polished to a shine, with not a single blemish. The mirrors on the floor, which everyone walks on, should have gotten dirty or scratched, but they were spotless. It seemed that the restaurant paid a lot of attention to the mirrors, which meant that the staff’s skirts and cleavage were to be reflected clearly.

This restaurant is clearly not suitable for a bonding party!

Even if it was just the men, we might have been able to bond, but everyone else was a woman. If I were to peek under the staff’s skirts, their goodwill towards me would probably plummet. Instead of bonding, I might be disliked. I wasn’t the one who chose the restaurant, though…

But, well, if you want to eat out on this island at night, there aren’t many normal restaurants to choose from. Other restaurants have staff serving customers in swimsuits, or naked with only a bath towel wrapped around them, occasionally dropping the towel. That’s all there is…

Looking up or down seemed to lower their goodwill, so we were guided to our seats while looking only at the staff’s faces.

Wow, the staff here are incredibly beautiful.

I stared at the staff’s faces, and I was so surprised by their beauty that I couldn’t help but gawk. On this island, there are unbelievably beautiful women everywhere, and I still haven’t gotten used to it.

Poke Poke

“Ouch, ouch.”

I was so absorbed in looking at the staff’s faces that Suzumiya punched me hard in the side. Her fist pierced my ribs. It seems that I wasn’t supposed to look at their faces, either. This bonding party has a high difficulty level. It seems like anything I do will lower their goodwill. Especially Suzumiya’s.

We sat down at our seats. I was seated with Suzumiya to my right and Nagasaki-san to my left. In the seat in front of me were Mika, Kokusho-san, and Serena-san.

We ordered drinks and food. After sitting down, I let out a sigh of relief. And, without realizing it, I looked down at the floor. This is an excuse, but it was surprisingly difficult to keep my eyes up and down at all times.

The mirror on the floor showed the staff’s skirts clearly. Wait, are all the staff members wearing no panties?!

“Ugh.”

Poke Poke Poke Poke

I couldn’t help but stare, and Suzumiya punched me again, this time with her elbow. Her elbow repeatedly pierced my stomach. I couldn’t breathe and couldn’t make a sound. Was I going to die at this bonding party…?

“If you want to see so badly, look at mine.”

Suzumiya whispered softly next to me and slowly lifted her skirt. Her vagina was fully exposed. It seemed that she was also wearing no panties.

“Well, if that’s the case, you should look at mine, too.”

Nagasaki-san, who was sitting on the other side, also suddenly lifted her skirt. She was also wearing no panties for some reason.

“Hey, don’t do that in a place like this.”

“Huh? It’s not my fault. You were peeking under the staff’s skirts. How indecent. Look at mine.”

While we were arguing like this, a bare foot stretched out from across the table. It rubbed against my crotch. Looking across the table, I saw Kokusho-san leaning forward.

She had taken off her shoes and socks and was stretching her foot towards me.

And Serena-san, who seemed to be looking at me with a white-eyed gaze, continued to just stare.

This bonding party seems to be a failure…