Back in his cramped apartment, Satoru tossed his bag aside and flopped onto the bed, staring at the ceiling.
Miyajima Sakura…
He knew her too well.
Like Yotsumoto Ryoka, she was an NTR doujin heroine—but a different breed.
Ryoka's foe, Aihara Yamato, was a scummy musclehead, his blond delinquent crew straight-up criminals. But Sakura? Her doujin, Hypnosis Guidance, leaned into the surreal—hypnosis, a power beyond reality.
Yamato was a tough nut, sure, but you could reason him out. Hypnosis? No dice. Even a real sword couldn't cut through that intangible, mind-bending nonsense. It was a mental attack, formless and relentless.
If he could avoid it, Satoru wanted nothing to do with Sakura. But that was wishful thinking. Even if he dodged her, the Hypnotist would come for him eventually.
According to the doujin's plot, this hypnosis wasn't targeted—it was an AOE, a map-wide mind-control net.
The Hypnotist would first seize the entire school, laying down unbreakable rules.
Rule One: As the committee head, the Hypnotist could hook up with any girl, no questions asked.
This rule would burrow into everyone's subconscious, overriding any absurdity. Through it, the Hypnotist would claim the school—and beyond, including Sakura's mother, Miyajima Tsubaki—building his twisted harem.
Even if it happened right in front of Sakura's boyfriend or Tsubaki's husband, guys would prioritize Rule One, seeing nothing wrong.
Hypnosis and subconscious manipulation—terrifying stuff. Face the Hypnotist head-on, and Satoru knew he'd fall too.
But the net hadn't spread yet.
…Or had it?
Satoru jolted, a chill running through him, like Aizen's "When did you think I wasn't using Kyoka Suigetsu?" But he calmed down.
If the hypnosis net was active, he wouldn't be thinking this deeply—Rule One would've hijacked his brain.
He recalled the plot.
The Hypnotist would kick things off at a morning assembly, brainwashing students and staff alike. As a student, Satoru would be first in line.
How to fight back?
Transfer schools?
With his current finances and family situation, dropping out was easier than transferring…
But why hadn't the hypnosis started? Did the Hypnotist not have the power yet?
When or how the Hypnotist gained this ability wasn't in the doujin. No details, no origin story.
So, the timeline was pre-plot…
If the Hypnotist couldn't hypnotize yet, dealing with him now would be simpler.
But what was his name…?
Satoru racked his brain. Who remembers the guy's name in a doujin?! Half the time, they don't even have a face—just a shadowy, featureless blob!
But this one had a name. Two-character surname, one-character given name. Pretty generic.
He dug deeper…
Got it.
Tanaka Hajime.
Thankfully, he was Japanese—Tanaka Hajime. If he were Kagoku-born, Tan Zhongchu would've been too ridiculous!!
With a strategy in mind, Satoru's nerves settled.
Next up: a critical student task.
Homework.
He dragged himself to the desk, opened his workbook, glanced at the problems, and smirked confidently.
Heh, no clue.
"System! Get out here!"
[Now you see my value, huh? Beep. Ai-chan pouts, hands on hips, feeling so smug.]
"Shut up. Solve these."
[Hmph, let's see… First answer's D, second's… Beep. Ai-chan tutors Host like a patient teacher with a dimwit, head held high with supreme authority—wait! Ai-chan's getting sidetracked by this jerk Host! My purpose isn't this!! Host, open the loot box!]
"Loot box?"
[You've got an unclaimed lottery draw! Beep. Ai-chan's itching like an unpopped… well, you know!]
"Oh, right…" Satoru remembered. "But what can your broke-ass system even give me? Beep. Host shoots a disdainful glance at system."
[Don't mimic Ai-chan! I can't manifest physically, and I've got zero presence, so don't steal my few quirks! Beep. Ai-chan stomps in fury.]
"Fine, draw already," Satoru said, exasperated. "Then help with the homework."
[Ugh, exploitation! Beep. Ai-chan protests but preps the draw… Wheel's spinning…]
No fancy visuals popped up in Satoru's view.
[Zwoosh zwoosh zwoosh…]
Just Ai-chan making weird sound effects, mimicking a spinning wheel.
Pathetic… so damn pathetic!
He was already dirt-poor, and his system was just as broke—no special effects, nothing!!
[Congrats, Host! Jackpot time… Dun dun dun dunnn!]
A cheesy game-show jingle, also mouth-made.
[Tada! Skill: Illusion Breaker!]
Satoru: !?
"What the hell?!"
He yanked open the TXT-style skill menu.
Illusion Breaker: Your right hand is slightly beefier than most.
"…Is this Illusion Breaker the one I'm thinking of?" Satoru asked.
[Exactly the one you're imagining! Beep. Ai-chan mimics 'Misaka Misaka' vibes.]
"Then you're way more useful than I thought!!" Satoru shouted, pumped.
[Hmph, Ai-chan's always useful! No matter how much you praise me now, I'm not—hee hee hee—Beep. Ai-chan turns away, all tsundere.]
"Alright, homework time," Satoru said, pointing at the problems.
[That's it?! Praise me more!!]
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