Mu Xiaoxiao didn't hypnotize Tachibana Daiki. Watching the suffering boyfriend collapse from time to time was quite entertaining.
'Come to think of it, quite a few people have been broken by me... Tsk, no, how can you say they were broken by me? I'm helping them. After all, even without me, you guys couldn't escape the fate of being cuckolded. It's like your canon event.'
'Whether it's Yui-senpai, Makoto, or Chisato, some bastard would have taken them eventually. These sufferers' fates would only be worse than death. Better to let them off early.'
'Love is too dangerous. Being single is great—free, nothing to fear.'
'If you don't have powers like mine, better not think about love. You'll just end up cuckolding yourself. Why bother?'
"Mu-kun, I'm heading to class now." Obata Yui slipped on her indoor shoes and shyly kissed the corner of his mouth. Tachibana Daiki was long forgotten.
"Okay. Bye."
"I'll see you at lunch break." Yui disappeared upstairs. Mu Xiaoxiao shrugged and turned toward his first-year classroom—then heard a teasing voice behind him.
"Got another one?"
He looked back. It was the hot white-haired gyaru.
The silver-haired, red-eyed girl stood with her schoolbag on her shoulder, one hand on her hip, watching him with a weird half-smile. She'd probably seen the scene just now.
That second-year senior, Obata Yui—they weren't familiar. They'd only met yesterday... She'd been so reserved around Mu Xiaoxiao then, but now suddenly so close. Kisaragi, who'd fallen for him, couldn't help but assume he'd added another.
"You saw?" Mu Xiaoxiao raised an eyebrow.
"What do you think?" The white-haired girl swayed her ponytail as she strolled up. She grabbed his arm and pulled it into hers, humming softly. "You work fast."
She knew Mu Xiaoxiao's style. When it came to girls, he never hesitated.
"Fast?"
"Yesterday Makoto, today that senior. What do you think?" Kisaragi Anna hummed as she dragged him toward the classroom.
"Actually, Yui-senpai just... ahem." Mu Xiaoxiao didn't pull his arm away. He let her drag him. "Makoto's Makoto. She's her... Actually, that senior was under hypnosis."
"Oh."
"...Not surprised?" He'd expected shock, but she quickly regained composure.
"Not like I don't know your style. Nothing surprising."
"..."
"Tsk, tsk. You really are the same irritating gyaru you've always been. Anna-chan, you've got quite the personality. But come to think of it—don't you ever wonder if you're under my hypnosis too?" Mu Xiaoxiao raised an eyebrow.
'What's that supposed to mean, "bad personality"?' Kisaragi Anna calmly pinched his arm. "Did you hypnotize us?"
"No."
"Then it's fine."
"..."
Suddenly, he had nothing to say.
"We all trust you, Xiaoxiao. Besides—" Kisaragi Anna pulled him through the classroom door. "Even if you did hypnotize us, Chisato and the others probably wouldn't refuse... Same goes for me..."
"Tsk." Mu Xiaoxiao clicked his tongue and suddenly rubbed her head hard. "Didn't know you guys were masochists."
"Who are you calling masochists? Messing up my hair..." She'd been a little shy saying those words at first, but Kisaragi Anna was an arrogant gyaru.
Yet even this gyaru found herself liking being with him more and more. It was Mu Xiaoxiao's fault she'd experienced love for the first time.
This villain was poison to girls.
Whether it was his mysterious powers or his sometimes domineering, sometimes gentle personality...
Kisaragi Anna's cheeks flushed as she thought about it. She complained, but didn't let go of his hand. Having her head rubbed actually felt nice—though in the classroom, it was a little embarrassing.
Like being treated like a child.
Back at their seats—his next to hers—Mu Xiaoxiao sat by the window. The gyaru put down her schoolbag. Himemiya Makoto, sitting in front, came over.
"Xiaoxiao, Anna-chan."
Makoto wore her usual uniform, but her smile was brighter. Happy, lively, playful—her eyes full of love when she looked at Mu Xiaoxiao. The girls gathered here were all famous beauties.
Many students raised eyebrows. Mu Xiaoxiao, usually low-key, now drew envy and jealousy. But when Kisaragi Anna shot a fierce glare, most of the staring stopped.
"Makoto, you went to my place last night? Sleep okay?" Mu Xiaoxiao tossed his bag aside and leaned back, looking at her. She seemed in a good mood. He'd been focused on the Obatas last night and hadn't paid Makoto much mind.
"I did. I slept at Xiaoxiao's place last night." Himemiya Makoto blushed a little. Not just went—she'd slept in his bedroom.
"Huh? Makoto, you went to Xiaoxiao's?" The gyaru overheard and interrupted. "You should've called me. Chi-chan and I could've come too. We three could've talked."
"I didn't know... Anna-chan, you and Chi-chan go to his place often?" Himemiya Makoto's eyes narrowed. "You must've had fun. Next time, let's all go together."
She'd noticed girls' clothes at Mu Xiaoxiao's—including intimate underwear. They must belong to them.
"Yeah, Makoto, you should come. Let me tell you, Xiaoxiao's amazing. Chi-chan and I can't keep up..."
Kisaragi Anna pulled Himemiya Makoto aside, whispering—though Mu Xiaoxiao heard everything clearly. He propped his face on one hand, thoughts wandering.
'Even with Makoto added, I can handle it. Unless you include the Obatas—then no pressure!'
'Wait. Counting Mrs. Natsumi and Yui-senpai, that's five total... Average five times each, but Mrs. Natsumi needs more...'
'Almost thirty times. Thirty times a day... Even with [Meditation] , my stamina might not be enough?'
He quietly wiped his sweat. A little pressure.
But he didn't need to calculate like that. He wasn't in a rush anymore. Every girl got some attention—two or three times was fine. With his endurance, no problem.
Didn't even need to be that frequent. Collecting was supposed to be enjoyable. Treating it like work was backwards.
Doing it every day only led to emptiness.
The class bell rang. Makoto waved and returned to her seat. Kisaragi Anna moved her desk next to his.
Smelling her body fragrance, feeling her soft, delicate form—more charming each time—Mu Xiaoxiao couldn't help certain thoughts.
He started reflecting. Maybe he was experiencing late post-nut clarity.
'Pfft.'
Filling them up, collecting—even daily—felt incredibly fulfilling.
'Yeah... this kind of life? More is better.'