CHAPTER 86: CHAPTER 7

A soft, almost cheerful humming sound echoed in the deserted corridor.

Retsu, the ’school nurse’, was meticulously cleaning the tiled floor.

She wasn’t using a simple mop; she was utilizing a small, specialized, portable cleaning device with concentrated disinfectant, eliminating every last smear of blood and organic residue scattered across the immaculate white surface.

And despite all the blood scattered all across the hallway, her white coat, surprisingly, remained pristine.

A few feet away, lying grotesquely against the wall, was Hipuno Shisou. His body was bent at several inhuman angles, twitching sporadically, a silent, pathetic effigy of pain.

Countless thin, silver acupuncture needles were pierced precisely all over his body—in joints, pressure points, and along his spine—immobilizing him while keeping his nerves violently alive.

After she finished the detailed cleanup, Retsu breathed a slow, satisfied sigh of relief.

Then, a gentle, almost beatific smile spread across her face, contrasting sharply with the coldness of her eyes.

She bundled the bloodied cloth and cleaning pad, walked calmly to the nearest window overlooking a courtyard, and tossed the soiled items out without a second thought, letting them drift down into the landscaping below.

This thing will dissipate on its own after getting hit by sunlight, taking all the dirt and blood along with it.

"Now, what to do with you..." She turned back toward Shisou, tapping a finger lightly against her chin in thought, her professional calm fully restored.

The parasitic entity hidden within his phone—the source of the ’Hypnosis App’—had been successfully destroyed by her targeted needle strike, and so the man himself was now utterly useless and technically contaminated.

She obviously couldn’t keep him. He had seen the ’real’ her, witnessed her non-human fighting style, her psychotic tendencies, and had directly interacted with the supernatural element she was tasked with hunting.

His existence now posed a security risk to her deep cover, and might even attract more supernatural things to him.

And with how that power manifested as some hypnosis, it’s safe to say this man don’t have any morals.

Not to mention in his current condition—every nerve ending firing uncontrollably—even a hospital would declare it a mercy to terminate his life.

She sighed, a sound of mild annoyance at the administrative headache he presented, so she decided it was too much hassle for her to deal with personally.

"Grandfather will find a more... suitable disposal method," she muttered.

She took out a pair of sterile surgical gloves from her pocket and snapped them onto her hands with a practiced thwip.

She then grabbed Shisou by the collar of his ruined shirt and began to drag his twitching, inert body away.

Retsu was, after all, a massive clean freak.

Torture and blood aside, she absolutely abhorred leaving any mess behind.

As she dragged Shisou’s body toward a secluded service elevator, she suddenly paused, her head tilting.

She had forgotten one small detail.

She had left the hypnotized girl in the hallway, and she had forgotten to turn off the warding spell to keep the students away.

Seriously, don’t people, especially this Shisou guy, not realize how weird it is to have a completely empty hallway in the middle of lunch break?

"Oh, right," she murmured to herself.

Without stopping her movement, she snapped her fingers sharply as a faint, almost inaudible click echoing in the empty space.

She continued to walk, dragging Shisou’s body, until they disappeared around a distant corner...and almost immediately, students started walking back and forth into the hallway.

Meanwhile, Pegy—the test subject—blinked rapidly, snapping out of her daze.

She looked confusedly around the now-bustling hallway.

Students were streaming past, heading toward the cafeteria and various lunch spots.

Where am I? What am I doing here? She dimly remembered walking toward the cafeteria with a vague goal, and then... nothing.

Everything was blank.

Her phone suddenly vibrated with an insistent buzz.

It was a message from one of her current boyfriends, asking where she was and stating he had been waiting for her for awhile now.

She immediately sent a brief, harried reply: So sorry! On my way!

She shoved those uncomfortable, blank thoughts to the back of her mind.

Why she found herself standing alone in a random hallway didn’t matter right now.

Her lunch date was waiting, and that was all that mattered.

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In the student council room, the chessboard sat forgotten on the table, pieces scattered like casualties of a war neither cared to finish.

Rindou perched on the edge of the desk, her legs parted just enough for Seijirou’s hands to roam her thighs, his fingers digging into the soft flesh as he trailed hot kisses along her neck.

She gasped, her head tilting back, but then whispered urgently, "Wait, wait a minute... I haven’t lost the match yet."

Seijirou ignored her plea, his lips crashing against hers in a deep, demanding kiss.

His tongue shoved past her lips, exploring her mouth with forceful strokes, silencing any further protests.

As they kissed, his hands worked methodically at her uniform blouse, unbuttoning it one snap at a time until the fabric parted, exposing her lacy bra.

With a quick flick, he unclipped the clasp at the front, her C-cup breasts spilling free—pert and flushed, nipples already hardening in the cool air.

His hand slid under her pleated skirt, fingers brushing over the damp fabric of her panties.

He traced the outline of her pussy, feeling the heat radiating through the thin cotton, before hooking the material aside.

Without pause, he plunged a finger deep into her slick folds, curling it to stroke her inner walls.

Rindou moaned into his mouth, her body arching as wetness coated his digit, her hips bucking instinctively against his touch.

Finally, Seijirou broke the kiss, his breath ragged as he unbuckled his belt.

The buckle clinked open, and he yanked down his zipper, freeing his thick cock as it sprang out, hard and veined, the tip already glistening with pre-cum.

Rindou’s eyes widened, her voice shaky. "Wait... u-use a condom. I-I have one in my bag."

She reached for it, but Seijirou leaned in, capturing her lips again in a softer, pleading kiss.

He pulled back just enough to whisper against her ear, his voice low and pitiful, "Please, Rindou... condoms hurt. I want to feel you, all of you. Just this once?"

"...r-really? It hurts?"

"Yeah..."

She hesitated, her cheeks burning, fingers trembling on the bag. The ache between her legs betrayed her, and after a long pause, she relented with a soft sigh.

"F-Fine... T-then, y-you can do it raw. But be careful."

Seijirou’s eyes lit up with triumph, then without another word, he gripped her hips, aligning his bare cock with her entrance.

He thrust forward in one swift motion, plunging deep into her tight pussy.

Rindou cried out, her moan echoing off the walls as he filled her completely, the raw sensation of skin on skin sending shivers through them both.

Her walls clenched around his length, slick and welcoming, as he began to pump steadily, each stroke pulling out almost to the tip before slamming back in.

They fucked like that for what felt like hours, the desk creaking under their rhythm.

Seijirou lifted her skirt higher, watching his cock disappear into her over and over, her juices dripping down her thighs.

He spun her around, bending her over the desk so he could take her from behind, his hands gripping her ass as he pounded harder, the slap of flesh against flesh filling the room.

Rindou braced herself on her elbows, pushing back to meet his thrusts, her breasts swaying with each impact.

He pulled her up then, turning her to face him, and she wrapped her legs around his waist as he hoisted her against the desk’s edge.

Face to face, they kissed messily while he drove into her, his hands kneading her exposed breasts, pinching her nipples until she whimpered.

Sweat beaded on their skin, the air thick with the scent of sex.

Finally, Seijirou’s gaze drifted to the large glass wall overlooking the school field below.

The late afternoon sun cast long shadows across the grass, and a few students lingered in the distance, oblivious for now.

A wicked grin spread across his face.

"Let’s give them a show," he growled, grabbing Rindou’s waist and carrying her toward the window, his cock still buried inside her.

"N-No...S-Seijirou..."

She gasped in protest, but her body betrayed her excitement, pussy fluttering around him.

He pressed her back against the cool glass, the material fogging instantly from her heat.

Her breasts squished against the transparent pane, nipples scraping the surface as he pinned her there.

With her legs hooked over his arms, Seijirou thrust upward relentlessly, fucking her against the wall.

Each powerful slam made her body jolt, her moans growing louder, unrestrained now.

From outside, anyone who is surely looking up and staring directly at the window would see her clearly—uniform disheveled, skirt hiked up, Seijirou’s hips grinding into her as he claimed her in full view.

The risk heightened everything; Rindou’s nails dug into his shoulders, her head thrown back against the glass, crying out as waves of pleasure built.

Seijirou’s pace quickened, his balls tightening, until he buried himself deep one last time, groaning as he came, flooding her pussy with hot spurts of cum.

She shattered around him seconds later, her orgasm ripping through her, walls milking every drop.

They stayed like that, panting, his cock softening inside her as his seed trickled down her thigh.

The field below remained quiet, but the thrill of exposure lingered, promising more forbidden games in the future.