A sudden knock sounded outside the dormitory door.
However, Takashiro Hiroko was completely unaware. She was deeply immersed in a hazy illusion, unconsciously muttering the Hebrew symbols she had seen in the Library.
Since the time she unintentionally cast the spell, causing the Library to be devoured by strange flames and tentacles, the spell had never succeeded again.
Yet, for some reason, whenever she thought of Kanjuro, her body would react strangely to the incantation.
It was as if the most primitive desires hidden deep within human nature were dominating her body and soul, causing her to be involuntarily controlled by lust.
Perhaps humans are fundamentally incapable of truly controlling their own desires?
Kanjuro pushed the door open. Through the frosted glass of the bathroom, a graceful, curvaceous body was vaguely visible within the surrounding steam.
Even with the texture of the glass obscuring the view, the perfect outline of her body could not be hidden.
Kanjuro smiled playfully, recalling those dark world anime that skirted the edge of desire, always pushing human lust to the extreme.
He lowered his voice and asked softly, "Is that Classmate Takashiro?"
The low moaning inside the bathroom stopped abruptly, followed by a flurry of movement.
The woman hurriedly grabbed her bathrobe and wrapped it around herself, her slender fingers trembling slightly from nervousness.
Was that Kanjuro's voice? How could the man who had just been lingering in her mind suddenly appear?
Takashiro Hiroko tightly clutched her bathrobe and managed to pull open the bathroom door.
When her eyes met Kanjuro's, a flash of anger crossed her face, and she raised her hand to slap him.
But Kanjuro swiftly caught her wrist and used the momentum to push her toward the corner of the wall.
Takashiro Hiroko's tall figure slumped softly to the floor. The hem of her bathrobe opened slightly, revealing a section of her fair, jade-like leg.
She could only allow Kanjuro to look down at her, his posture like a demon surveying all beings.
"Classmate Takashiro, resorting to violence the moment we meet is quite rude."
"You broke into my room without permission and spied on me bathing. Why shouldn't I hit you?" Takashiro Hiroko retorted, breathing heavily. The collar of her bathrobe opened slightly with her movement, revealing a patch of snow-white skin.
Kanjuro chuckled and released her hand, walking leisurely to the sofa and sitting down: "I came because I have something to ask you. As for your body..." He paused meaningfully, "I have no interest in undeveloped fields."
Takashiro Hiroko's beautiful eyes widened in astonishment.
No one had ever described her with such insulting words. Did Kanjuro really see her as so worthless?
She trembled with rage but forcibly suppressed her anger.
She wanted to see exactly what this man was plotting.
Although she thought this, watching Kanjuro's elegant profile as he brewed tea, she was involuntarily drawn to his charm.
This man was like a poison, confident and composed, as if everything was under his control.
She subconsciously tightened her legs and walked toward Kanjuro step by step.
Perhaps due to the influence of the spell, her body constantly felt a strange emptiness and restlessness.
A drop of water fell.
She sat down opposite Kanjuro and asked, feigning composure, "What do you want?"
Kanjuro glanced at the loose collar of her bathrobe: "Dressed like that, are you trying to seduce me?"
"Shut up!" Takashiro Hiroko angrily pulled her robe tighter. "Hurry up and tell me what you want!"
Kanjuro slowly recited the incantation: "Sacrifice to the darkness, let the fierce fire burn, with tentacles of blood, awaken the ancient god."
Takashiro Hiroko furrowed her delicate brows, pretending not to understand: "What does that mean?"
"This is the Hebrew translation I saw in your notebook. You should know exactly what it means."
Under Kanjuro's intense gaze, Takashiro Hiroko took a deep breath: "So what if it is?"
"Why did the spell fail?" Kanjuro countered.
Takashiro Hiroko turned her face away: "Why should I tell you?"
Kanjuro chuckled lightly, lit a cigarette, and said thoughtfully, "I guess this spell can only be used once. And the first time it took effect was the day of the Library fire."
"…" Takashiro Hiroko tried to remain calm. "Why do you think that?"
Kanjuro blew a smoke ring toward her face. Takashiro Hiroko endured his provocation expressionlessly, waiting for him to continue.
"The news reported that there were burn marks from red tentacles at the fire scene, and the fire department couldn't find the source of the fire. This is clearly a supernatural phenomenon. And you, being interviewed as a member of the Occult Research Society, vehemently denied any supernatural connection. Coupled with the meaning of this incantation, it's hard not to draw conclusions."
Takashiro Hiroko lowered her head, remaining silent.
Suddenly, Kanjuro reached out and lifted her chin.
Takashiro Hiroko's body was in a peculiar state, radiating an aura of desire.
Kanjuro keenly noticed this.
"You... seem to have special thoughts about me?" He deliberately drew out his words.
"Absolutely not! It must be the aftereffects of the spell!" Takashiro Hiroko retreated in panic, only to stumble and fall into Kanjuro's embrace.
"Is that so? The spell has such aftereffects? It causes strange fantasies about men?" Kanjuro chuckled, his gaze sweeping over the drop of moisture on the floor.
"I can't tell if this is water from the bathroom, or if it's you..."
"Enough! Stop talking!" Takashiro Hiroko frantically tried to stop him. "Shut up!"
"Want me to shut up?" Kanjuro leaned in close, curving his lips into a dangerous arc. "That depends on how you make me shut up." Before his words finished, his mouth covered hers.
An hour later.
Takashiro Hiroko collapsed in Kanjuro's arms.
She looked at Kanjuro coldly, her icy eyes holding both hatred and a trace of complexity. Hatred because she never expected Kanjuro to be so unreasonable, and complexity because she seemed to have developed a slight liking for him.
It was simply because this man was truly... too wicked and charming. Women always had little resistance to men who were both bad and charismatic.
This was especially true for someone like her, whose emotions were controlled by a spell.
"Why aren't you cursing me anymore? You were doing so well just now," Takashiro Hiroko sneered.
Kanjuro exhaled a puff of smoke and glanced out the window. "I never expected the legendary Takashiro Hiroko to be such a pure and clean woman. Truly unbelievable, isn't it?"
"Hmph!" Takashiro Hiroko's temper eased slightly, but Kanjuro suddenly embraced her and said gently, "Tell me the truth about the Library fire incident."
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