Capítulo 7: Chapter 7: Class 1-A
"Okay, enough fun let's get down to business!" I pointed toward the fidgeting MILF, a wicked smile on my face. "Tell me about class 1-A."
"W-what do you want to know?"
"Who I'll be teaching of course! All the administrative crap and curriculum can wait, what I want to know is who I'm dealing with." I failed to mention that I most likely would learn more from my students than they would learn from me. My success so far had relied on the massive amount of geist this body held and the muscle memory ingrained in it. For me to grow not only as an exorcist but an instructor I needed to train.
"Ah, here's a list." The look on her face seemed to ask, 'Wait this guy is taking this seriously?'. I wonder if she expected me to ask for the female student's bra sizes or who would be willing to fuck. Though our actions probably played a massive role in shaping her perception of me as I had molested her while my fiancee stuck her fingers up her puss to lick up my cum.
As my eyes scanned the list a few names stuck out to me. Chihara Yuzuki is the first recorded case of a phantom/human hybrid existing in the last three hundred years. Homusubi Akari is a genius in the use of non-elemental techniques but due to her muted emotions her ability to use fire, her family's signature element is nonexistent. Ōishi Tsukasa is the tomboy daughter of fugitive Sin-eater Yoshinaka, her desire to kill her father brought her to the academy to train toward that goal. Katō Fumiko is the daughter of Nozomi like I thought, her desire to find out why her father abandoned them brought her to the profession he fled to.
All of these names fit with the canon swirling in my head. Each one of these girls would follow the plot and fall right into Daichi's hands, and yet something was wrong. I blinked my eyes, my hands desperately trying to rub away the sight of the name before me. H-how am I supposed to cuck Ueda Daichi if he is now a she!?
[Ueda Daishi] was her name, and while my knowledge of Japanese is still sparse despite the translation mumbo-jumbo the mangaka gave me. I could still tell that the name was clearly feminine. The main character who I so desperately wanted to emasculate is now someone without masculinity. Hell, the file Nozomi gave me had pictures of every girl!
Chihara Yuzuki like Charlotte was petite. Her dark sable hair was cut in a bob, and her bangs covered most of her forehead. Wine-red eyes stared at the camera from behind luscious eyelashes with defiance built from years of discrimination. A cute button nose adorned her face along with pink little lips that neither smiled nor frowned. Her school uniform hugged budding curves, and the little mounds protruding from her blazer radiated a girlish charm. Despite her young frame her hips were wide and filled her school uniforms skirt nicely. She was a true schoolgirl beauty.
Homusubi Akari's expression bordered on frigid as her azure eyes gazed into the camera. Her flaming red hair seemed to glow under the camera's flash, an ethereal beauty gracing her crimson mane. The pure alabaster skin of her face popped under the contrast of her sanguine hair. Thick pink lips formed a straight line on her face expressing no emotion.
Unlike Chihara Yuzuki, Akari had grown into a different form of sexual charm. From under the blazer of her uniform two large melons strained at the fabric like the raging tide of a river against a dam. Her short skirt stopped mid-thigh revealing long slender legs. The white thigh-high stockings she wore dug into her plump thighs highlighting their juicy thickness. She was a walking sex bomb and a cold beauty too.
Ōishi Tsukasa's photo looked like it was taken by a peeping tom, her tan muscular arm reaching for the camera lent credence to that assumption. Unlike the other girls, Tsukasa radiated a unique temptation all her own. Sun-kissed skin graced her toned muscles, the elegance of her lithe body belying the power held within.
Beads of glistening sweat dripped down her skin. Her white crop top revealed her toned midriff, and the outline of her hard abs had me drooling at the picture. Her thick thighs couldn't be contained by her white gym shorts. The powerful muscles of her legs looked coiled mid-flex ready to chase after her prey. Even with the grueling training needed to achieve her athletic physique Tsukasa still had curves for days, her tits straining in her sweat-soaked top. And if I was a betting man I would bet her ass was thicker than a bowl of oatmeal. All of those hours at the squat rack probably hadn't been in vain. She was the perfect tomboy hottie and my mouth watered at the thought of seeing what hid beneath her clothes.
Katō Fumiko was nothing like her straight-laced mother Nozomi. Her long hair was dyed strawberry blond, with wild strands reaching down to the top of her ass. Pink eyes gazed at the camera with a look so innocent you'd be remiss to think of her as anything other than an innocent schoolgirl. That illusion would soon shatter when her bodacious body came into view.
The pink buttons of her white collared shirt buckled under the massive size of her caramel-colored tits. Meaty thighs that seemed to jiggle in the still frame hid poorly underneath a very short pink pleated skirt. She could have any man at her beck and call, and she knew it. Unlike the other girls who were too caught up in their life's struggles to care about how sexy they were, Fumiko did. Her selling point wasn't her geist reserves, intelligence, or bloodline, no all she had was her body, a killer one at that. I could feel my dick harden at the thought of her, she would make a great personal slut.
Ueda Daishi made my skin crawl. She looked nothing like the original Daichi who at his core was nothing more than a self insert character. Another bland face in the crowd created to make the other bland faces feel like they belonged, that they could be the main character. Daishi trampled on that dream and then wore its broken skin like a suit. The photo itself felt out of place like a picture of Stalin standing next to the Moscow Canal. An anomaly is the word to best describe the photo.
She lacked any sexual appeal that the other girls had, and her outfit was downright prudish. Brown eyes looked at the camera curiously behind red-rimmed glasses. Her body was covered in a loose peach cardigan and underneath it was a long sleeve white button-up shirt that covered up all of her skin. Her navy blue pleated skirt went all the way down to the middle of her calves, and before any skin could be seen white stockings covered the rest. The only visible skin on her body was her hands, a small portion of her neck, and her face. Something screamed at me that this wasn't right.
"Hmm, can you tell me more about her?" My hand tapped the photo of Daishi as I slid it back over to Nozomi. Her eyes showed relief, probably because I hadn't perved out about her daughter.
"Oh, Daishi-san was the top scorer of the written exam, and third place in the practical exam as well. The headmistress awarded her the choice of two techniques for her performance." Gears started tumbling in my head as pieces came together like a puzzle.
"Do you know what techniques she asked for?" I could feel Charlotte stiffen on my lap, her quick wit helping her come to a similar conclusion.
"No, I'm afraid not. The headmistress had mentioned that it was a strange request but that's all she revealed." Hmm, a strange request for that crazy bitch? Like hell I'd believe that she even batted an eye at her request. No, it most likely meant that those two had come to some agreement and an unknown factor like Daishi having the ear of that bitch had me sweating.
"Charlotte did you notice anything off when Shuten-dōji attacked?" I asked trying to bounce ideas off of my brilliant little fiancee's head. My mind had immediately strung the two unknown variables together. Shuten-dōji's unexplained early arrival and Daishi's sudden change of gender had me paranoid.
"...She didn't bring her gourd."
"Ah." Shuten-dōji is a phantom and like all phantoms she was born from sin. Like a compulsion all phantoms must act out the sin of their 'birth' whether that be murder, rape, lying, or even drunkenness they must do it. A phantom disconnected from their sin will begin to feel a deep longing and if kept away from it for too long the phantom may cease to exist. For a phantom to stop following its greatest desire it must either be in imminent threat of death or have a near-unbreakable illusion cast on it.
"A-aren't you guys jumping to conclusions too quickly!?" Nozomi spoke with a whisper-yell, her mind not tracking my brilliance. Or more like she didn't know that Daishi was a fraud and that upon closer inspection of the photo it revealed something interesting.
"Here, look at her hand holding the book. Do you see anything wrong with her fingers?" I pointed toward the crooked and elongated fingers on her hand, the sign of an illusion wearing thin usually starts with the small details. A missing finger, an extra toe, or maybe even a lazy eye can all be signs of an illusionist failing to maintain control of their technique. "She's most likely wearing those clothes to cover up shattered parts of her illusion."
Usually, the exorcist would simply recast the illusion before carrying on but for whatever reason 'Daishi' refused to let it drop. The fatigue she must be feeling from the geist consumption alone would explain the faulty illusion, not to mention the mental strength it requires to keep a constant mental image of your illusion would last all of 20 minutes. It's honestly impressive that she maintained it for so long and even more so that she got the headmistress to play along.
"D-does that mean—" Nozomi asked as she cast a nervous glance back at the photo, the image seeming farm more sinister than it's mundane appearance.
"That 'Daishi' isn't being very forthcoming about her true appearance and is most likely the person who put Shuten-dōji under an illusion to attack us. It also means that as soon as we enter the Academy we might be ambushed."
"So what will we do Garridan?" Charlotte asked and despite the tense atmosphere, she looked calm, her absolute faith in me preventing her from feeling even an ounce of fear.
"Of course, we spring the trap!" The wicked grin on my face and the giggle Charlotte gave in response filled the [geist field] with sound. An evil plan forming in my mind on how I'll subdue the Oni and her 'master'.
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(Ueda Daishi POV just after Chapter 4):
"You failed." The words left 'my' lips as my eyes took in the sight of the drunken Oni. Her crimson skin glowed from the feeling of intoxication, the damp cave this beast called home smelt of nothing but booze. Shuten-dōji slept on the floor of her cave with a grimace on her face as she held on to her gourd. With a snap of my finger, my 'shell' broke, revealing the real me.
"Shooooooo..." A breath of relief left my lips as I finally got to let my skin breath. My pink hair flowed free once again, the thought of turning back into 'Daishi' made me sick. 'Remember if it's for him I'll do anything.' The thought brought much-needed relief to my mind.
"Ibaraki-chan I know you're here, come on out." My voice echoed through the cave only accompanied by the snores of Shu-chan. The smug look of Ibaraki-dōji as she emerged from the dark recess of the cave made me grimace.
"Ara, if it isn't the little Oni who said she didn't need my help. So how did it go, did you kill your little pest?" Her mocking tone left a frown on my face as I thought of that man. He should've died, I remember the scene well and yet in defiance of that, in defiance of Kami-sama's great work he still breathed. I could feel myself hyperventilating at the thought, my mind going back to Charlotte. Had he defiled her, taken her chastity for himself!?
"Geez, Kane-chan I was just teasing. Can you tell me what went wrong?" Her kiseru pipe tapped my head knocking me out of my thoughts.
"The illusion worked, Shu-chan didn't go into a drunken rage." I felt proud of that accomplishment as the red-skinned oni was notorious for mindless slaughter, stopping her from harming Charlotte was important.
"Then what happened?" Ibaraki-chan spoke as her massive breasts heaved, her kiseru pipe between her lips as rings of smoke billowed from her open mouth.
"That bastard reversed the effects of [Voodo] with an illusion." At my words, the golden-haired Oni's eyes widened. The amount of control needed to break a phantom's ability like that would be nothing short of masterful.
"Ara, I wonder what Shu-chan must have felt with all of that pleasure." Jealousy rose in the pit of my stomach as I remembered Charlotte breaking Shu-chan. I would trade my soul just to be able to experience it.
"I need a new plan." I shook the thought of Charlotte stepping on me with that wicked smile as I stared at Ibaraki-chan.
"Then let me help this time dear~" She licked her crimson lips, her pink eyes gleaming like a predator.
Don't worry Charlotte I am coming for you!
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