Chapter 5: I’m gonna do whatever I want to my beautiful junior!

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Translator: Soafp

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“You've been in an awfully good mood lately, haven't you?”

“Have I?”

“Yes. Did something good happen?”

The night I decided to make the junior known as the Ice Queen my next target, my older sister came into my room and suddenly said that to me.

It was normal for her to barge in without hesitation like this. Maybe she was trying to look imposing with her hands on her hips, but somehow it only made her seem endearing.

“Well, you could say something good happened.”

“Hmmm? What is it? Tell me.”

Grinning, my sister came over beside the bed where I was lying down.

She hopped onto the bed and lay down next to me. She was very close, and since she'd just gotten out of the bath, a pleasant scent drifted from her.

Of course, the person beside me was my sister, not some stranger, so it wasn't like I was getting excited or my heart was racing.

“…Heh.”

“What was that supposed to be?”

Oops. I'd creeped my sister out.

What I remembered was my exchange with Aisaka. The memory of doing whatever I wanted to her while she was hypnotized was truly wonderful.

The feeling in my palms, the sensation of having her press her face against me, that sweet fragrance—every bit of it was the ultimate material for… ahem, a wonderful experience.

“Well, something good happened. It's not like I got a girlfriend or anything.”

“Yeah, obviously. I'm your older sister, after all!”

“…”

My sister puffed out her chest proudly, and I shed tears of frustration.

After that, apparently deciding there was nothing more she could get out of me, she stood up and headed for the door.

“Well, if you're having fun, that's good enough. Your high school life ends this year, so make sure you enjoy what you can.”

“Yeah!”

If I told her exactly what that enjoyment involved, she'd definitely kill me. But fortunately, there was no way my sister—or anyone else—would find out, so I had nothing to worry about.

“Still, that kind of carelessness is exactly what leads to an unexpected mistake. I need to be careful too.”

So far, the hypnosis app had demonstrated absolute power. It was the kind of power that could make someone into a god—or a devil.

Well, the way I used it was completely devilish. But since I had this power, I might as well use it.

“Guh… guhuhuhu…”

This was bad. A disgusting grin kept spilling out and wouldn't stop.

I intended to keep taking one-sided liberties with Aisaka. Even if she got a new boyfriend, that wouldn't change.

After learning how soft and warm she was, there was no way I could simply walk away. Aisaka would just have to keep letting me do as I pleased.

“And I've already decided on my next target.”

My next target was a beautiful second-year student, Emu Honma—one year below me.

She had semi-long black hair, a sharp gaze, and while not quite on Aisaka's level, she had a very nice br**st herself. Incidentally, I'd heard Aisaka was an F-cup. This will be on the test.

“The Ice Queen, huh? Even now, that's such an incredible nickname.”

The Ice Queen. I never thought I'd hear such a chuunibyou-sounding title in real life.

It wasn't that she had started calling herself that. She had simply turned down countless confessions. Apparently, she had rejected dozens of boys, and her manner of doing so was rather harsh.

Yet it didn't seem to have made people resent her. Somehow, being insulted by a beautiful girl like her gave some people a strange thrill.

“This school is full of p*rverts.”

Absolutely disgraceful. Which was exactly why I was going to take whatever liberties I wanted with her body!

Using this hypnosis app to control the girl who had rejected so many boys, I would finally unleash all the desires I held within myself—I clenched my fist and swore it.

“…I'm counting on you tomorrow too, partner.”

By now, this app was my partner.

I opened the app, tapped the screen a few times, then turned off my phone and the lights in my room.

“I've finished my homework, and tomorrow's preparations are perfect. Before I commit evil deeds, I'm still a student. It's important to do what I'm supposed to do properly.”

With that, I went to sleep in high spirits.

Then, after school the next day, just as I was about to head straight for Honma, a small problem arose.

“Oh, Masaki. Sorry, but could you put these away for me?”

“…Um.”

My physics teacher stopped me and asked me to put away some equipment because he was busy.

It sounded annoying, and I briefly considered using hypnosis to simply ignore him, but I nodded and accepted the equipment from him.

“…Man, what a pain.”

I grumbled while putting it away. By then, students who didn't belong to clubs had already started heading home.

Honma supposedly wasn't in any club, and I'd heard she usually arrived and left school early. She might already have gone home.

“Damn it! And because we're in different grades, waiting around for her isn't easy either, is it?”

Only now did I realize that problem.

Maybe I would have to give up for the day. Just as I thought that, a younger male student ran past me crying.

“Waaaaaaaaah!”

I tilted my head, wondering what had happened.

There was a staircase leading to the roof in the direction he'd come from—and walking down from there was none other than the person I was looking for.

“Honma!?”

My voice came out louder than I intended.

Her confident stride, combined with the state of the boy who had just run past me, made it easy to guess what had happened.

“There was a guy crying as he ran away just now…”

“He confessed to me, and I turned him down. Crying and running away immediately is pathetic…”

I hadn't expected her to answer so openly, but Honma's expression clearly showed disappointment toward the boy.

Even though she had rejected him, his tearful escape must have left her exasperated.

“…Nice.”

“What is?”

Her cold eyes turned toward me.

I grinned, opened the hypnosis app, and told Honma:

“Take me to your house.”

“…Yes. Understood.”

The coldness in her gaze vanished, and just like Aisaka, she took on a blank expression.

She walked past me. When some distance opened up between us, she stopped as if wondering what was wrong and waited for me.

“…Kuku. All right, let's go.”

This was bad. A thrilled, excited grin kept spreading across my face.

As with Aisaka, the two of us left the school building together and drew some looks. Fortunately, there weren't many people around, so I didn't care.

“What about your parents?”

“They always come home late.”

“…Do you not get along with them?”

“No. They both care about me very much.”

Perhaps because of what had happened with Aisaka, I was becoming overly sensitive to anything that seemed troubling.

Apparently, hers was simply a busy household. They could only really talk on weekends, but they still seemed to be a close family.

“This is my house.”

“…Whoa.”

Honma's house was a mansion.

It looked as though an absurd amount of money had been spent on it. But apparently her father was the director of a hospital, so the extravagant home made sense.

A little overwhelmed, I followed Honma inside and then into her room.

“Ooh…”

This was the second girl's room I had entered after Aisaka's, and it excited me.

The room was mainly white. Even a single strand of hair on the floor would stand out, yet there wasn't a speck of dirt to be seen.

She must have been extremely meticulous about cleaning, which earned my approval.

Aisaka's room had also been tidy, of course, but Honma's room was almost too clean.

“…Though who am I to talk?”

Well, that was one thing and this was another.

“All right, then. Let's get started—actually, before that: do you have any worries so serious that you've thought about killing yourself?”

“No. I do have worries, but nothing serious.”

“I see, I see. Then that's fine.”

It seemed there would be no unexpected complication like there had been with Aisaka, which was a relief.

I beckoned Honma closer. She approached without showing the slightest resistance, and I reached out to her.

“I'm going to touch your ch*st.”

“Yes.”

I was already touching her before receiving her answer, but that was beside the point now.

She was slightly smaller than Aisaka, but still definitely well-endowed, and touching her felt extremely pleasant.

I pressed my face against her and took whatever liberties I wanted.

“…Huh?”

But as I groped Honma's chest, I noticed something strange.

The sensation through her uniform was far too soft. I couldn't feel the firmness of underwear that I had noticed with Aisaka.

“…Don't tell me you aren't wearing underwear?”

“Yes. I haven't worn a bra or panties at all today.”

“…What?”

W-what did that mean?

I couldn't process what she had just told me. Still, deciding she had some nerve, I gave her another order.

“T-Take them off.”

“Yes.”

She slipped out of her uniform with a soft rustling sound.

It was true that she wasn't wearing underwear. She had absolutely nothing on beneath it—everything was exposed. She had apparently spent the entire school day without any underwear.

“W-Why would you do something like that?”

My voice wouldn't stop trembling.

It was less excitement and more confusion at the sudden unexpected development.

“That is—”

She took a step toward me, and I instinctively leaned back a little. That turned out to be a mistake: I bumped into the dresser behind me.

With a rattling noise, a box sitting on top of it fell to the floor.

The lid came off from the impact, and the many items stored inside announced themselves to me in plain view.

“What is all this…? Rope, handcuffs… chains? And… wow.”

There were also adult toys—an entire collection of items like the kind I had seen in erotic manga, used to torment women.

I looked back and forth between the items and Honma, then muttered:

“Don't tell me you're… the masochistic type?”

“Yes. I like imagining being tormented. Ideally, I would use harsh words, make someone angry, and have them attack me—that would make me even happier. Also, I have a scent fetish.”

“…”

That day, I immediately helped clean everything up and went home from Honma's house.