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Lynn Group Headquarters
Lynn lounged on the sofa, nestling the unconscious Kirasaka Sayaka in his arms.
He then cast a wake-up spell into her body.
"Mmm…"
Sayaka groaned as she was yanked back to consciousness—only to find Lynn's face filling her vision again.
"!!!"
Her breath caught. Her head was spinning all over again.
Lynn watched her with a faint, amused smirk. "Every time you pass out, I'm taking off one piece of your clothing."
"!!!"
Instant clarity. Sayaka glared at him, teeth clenched. "Y-You… shameless bastard!"
Lynn remained unfazed, his fingers already working on the buttons of her blouse.
"W-Wait—!"
Panicked, Sayaka grabbed his hand—
"Eek!"
The moment their skin touched, she recoiled like she'd been electrocuted, snatching her hand back.
Lynn's lips curled, but he didn't stop.
Sayaka trembled, her voice shaky. "I-I didn't faint!"
"The first time counted," Lynn replied flatly.
Sayaka: "!!!"
"Y-You evil—!"
Her breathing grew ragged. Desperate, she ignored her own phobia of touching him and grabbed his hand again—but her strength was no match for his.
"N-No… please…" Her plea was barely a whisper.
The next second, her jacket hit the floor.
"Ghk—!"
Eyes wide, Sayaka's brain short-circuited. And then fainted.
Lynn sighed. "That's all it takes?"
This desensitization training still has a long way to go.
Another wake-up spell.
"D-Devil…!" Sayaka gasped the moment she came to.
Lynn grinned. "Congratulations. Correct answer."
Then, he made her watch as another piece of clothing was stripped away.
"This… this is hell!!"
Tears welled in Sayaka's eyes, her heart pounding wildly. But Lynn showed no mercy, methodically peeling away layer after layer.
Faint. Wake up. Repeat.
Until—
Sayaka lay naked in his arms, her body twitching occasionally, her generous curves jiggling with each tremble.
Her eyes were vacant, cheeks wet, a trail of drool at the corner of her lips—utterly broken.
"Hmm..."
"Clothes run out fast. If she keeps fainting, we'll have to move on to… physical desensitization."
Lynn said as his fingers sank into her most private part.
"Mhm—!!"
Sayaka's back arched violently, a stifled moan escaping her lips. Her body quaked like a leaf in a storm.
With a final shudder—Splash~~~
Yukinoshita Haruno's jaw dropped like some cartoon character.
T-That's a skill?!
Even Lynn paused, fascinated—he barely even put in effort.
When Sayaka finally stopped, limp and unresponsive, Lynn resumed his mission.
But this time, she just lay there, a lifeless doll.
He stopped and nodded.
"Desensitization complete."
Haruno's eye twitched.
This is how you 'desensitize' someone?!
Lynn tossed Sayaka onto the sofa and began cleaning his hands.
Haruno tilted her head. "Not turning her into a devil?"
"Let her recover first."
"I see~" Haruno purred, pressing against him. Her breath tickled his ear. "Then…"
"Since we're here, do you want to see my new forms, Lynn-sama?"
Lynn smirked, pulling her closer. "Yeah, but you alone won't be enough."
Haruno licked her lips. "I'll call Saya and her mother up."
His eyes darkened. A hand fisted in her hair, guiding her downward. "Your mouth is the best, Haruno."
...
Soon, Saya peeked into the office—only to find Haruno dutifully cleansing Lynn's d*ck. Her head was moving really fast up and down.
"Mmph!" Haruno waved urgently.
Saya's eyes sparkled. She hadn't received Lynn's rewards in ages.
The office quickly echoed with unrestrained debauchery.
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"Mmm…"
The sound stirred Sayaka. Blinking groggily, she turned toward the source—
S-S-Sinful!!
Her bare skin flushed pink as heat rushed to her face. She slapped her hands over her eyes—but still peeked through her fingers.
Thump-thump!
Her heart raced, her entire body burning. Even her exhales felt hot.
Yet…A strange realization struck her.
I'm NOT fainting?
Her throat dried as she watched the show.
Is my androphobia… cured?
Testing the theory, she recalled a random man's face—
Eugh!
Instant disgust. Her skin crawled.
But the moment she looked back at Lynn, the nausea vanished—replaced by something warmer.
"..."
Good news: Her phobia had improved.
Bad news: Only for this devil.
W-WHY?!
And why did she become like this?
Meanwhile, Haruno—bent over the desk as she was changing her pose—spotted Sayaka's state and smirked.
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The Next Day – Shuchiin Academy
Himeragi Yukina stepped through the gates, her expression lost. Taking a deep breath, she tightened her grip on her bag and headed inside.
Class 1-3
Unlike the usual chat, the room was dead silent.
Even the lawbreakers held their breath, terrified of disturbing the man by the window— Lynn.
The students sat stiffly. How could they not fear him?
The guy who shared their classes was a monster. Sure, he'd saved them—but sharing a room with that?
Gulp.
Someone's swallow echoed. He clamped a hand over his throat, horrified.
Lynn rested his chin on his hand, sighing inwardly.
Too tense.
Pulling out his phone, he texted Minamiya Natsuki:
[Lynn: "Natsuki-chan, didn't you erase the civilians' memories?"]
[Natsuki: "Isn't this better for your harem?"]
[Natsuki: "Now, half the schoolgirls want to join your harem~"]
Lynn: "…"
The Supernatural Research Club would probably see a surge in applicants today.
Poke!
A delicate finger tapped his arm.
Turning, he met the calm gaze of a girl with flawless features—Megumi Kato.
Lynn smiled. "What's up, Megumi?"
Megumi Kato blinked. "You always notice me so easily."
And never forgot her name.
In a school where even teachers overlooked her, Lynn stood out.
"Is it because of your powers?" she mused, then shook her head. "But Natsuki-sensei still can't see me."
Lynn chuckled. "Your stealth is your supernatural ability. It's probably high-tier."
Megumi Kato puffed her cheeks. "You're teasing me."
The class exchanged glances.
Who… is Lynn talking to?
A chill ran down their spines. A ghost?!
The silence grew heavier—until Lynn's gaze swept over them. Instant obedience.
Megumi Kato smiled faintly. "You're like a king here."
Lynn shrugged. "Some call me that. The Devil King, to be exact."
"…Devil?"
"Yep."
Megumi Kato hesitated—then whispered: "Does that invitation… still stand?"
Lynn raised a brow. "Which one?"
They'd talked a lot as desk neighbors.
"The one about… becoming yours."
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