Chapter 2: Crossroads
Healers suck! Don't ever let anyone tell you that those sadists do their jobs out of the goodness of their hearts. No, they like watching their patients writhe in pain as bone and flesh reknit themselves together in real-time. It's also 100% a lie that anesthesia doesn't work on geist healing, they just love the look of pain on their patient's faces!
"I... I think I'm screwed." Adrenaline is one hell of a drug and I'm in withdrawal currently. Every bone in my body aches, and every muscle burns from strain. And worse than all the pain is the realization that it will only get worse from here.
Phantoms are spiritual aberrations, born from the sins of humanity. The larger the population, the more sin accumulates there tainting the ambient geist. To prevent the spread of sin the corrupted geist is forcefully detached from the [World Spirit] and thus a Phantom is born. The more tainted geist (ectoplasm) a Phantom has the stronger it is. So how many people live in the city we fought in?
1,000,000
Yep, it only takes a population of 1,000,000 to produce a threat capable of grievously wounding a Captain Class exorcist. To put that in perspective Tokyo's metropolitan area has around 37.468 million inhabitants meaning any potential Phantom attack there will be 37 times more powerful than the one we barely survived.
And you wanna know the kicker? As of today me and Charlotte will be transferred there. With the rest of our faceless teammates dying while I was busy prepping for a dirt nap our 'team' no longer exists. Charlotte seems to be handling it well, almost too well. She hasn't mentioned them and I sure as hell am not stepping on that landmine by bringing them up. But to the Exorcist Corp, a captain without a crew is no captain at all, and so they decided we would be making a career change.
We've been promoted to the rank of Academy Instructors at the prestigious Tokyo Exorcist Academy. Might as well mention that the MC, Ueda Daichi will attend starting this year as well while we're on the subject of bad news. So not only will I be in the most dangerous city in this world, but I'll also have a protagonist attracting every ounce of that danger toward the Academy.
"We're fucked aren't we?" The vulgar words coming from the girl sitting near my hospital bedside shook me out of my spiraling mental state. Charlotte looked up from her novel and gave me a cheeky smile, but her eyes held a deep unease. She was scared because I was scared. Shit, I need to keep my emotions in check, can't go off killing morale like that!
"We're not fucked... I just don't wanna look after the brats is all!" Especially considering the heroines are all ticking time bombs of drama and bullshit and I'd much rather gargle razor blades than deal with Daichi.
"But, you're giving 'that' look?"
"What look?"
"Your constipated look! You always do it when your thinking about potential danger. The uglier your face gets the more dan—*whack*—OUCH!" My hospital slipper smacked her right across the nose and I was reaching for the other one as she raised her book up like a shield. "Mercy, mercy, please!" I paused mid throw and considered her plea, and then a cruel smirk grew on my face as the slipper left my fingertips.
"Oops, it slipped." The thing hurtled toward her like a speeding bullet, but almost immediately I saw something off. A faint shimmer covered her whole body like a mirage, and even her novel was covered by the crystalline surface. She was using [Reinforcement], and a pretty impressive display of the technique might I add. Too bad for her though that I had a trick or two up my sleeve.
The slipper flew wide, following the new trajectory I guided its shadow on. All objects must have a shadow, and that shadow must remain connected. Move one and the other will follow or at least that's the bullshit reasoning the author gave for the [Shadow Puppet] technique. Charlotte gave a smug smile as she watched the shoe sail past her, the technique she was holding released and that's when I struck.
"Hahaha, you miss—*Whack*—OW, bastard that hurt!" A comically large welt grew on the back of her head where the slipper hit, and I found myself lightheaded from all the laughing I did at her misery.
"Phew,... thanks Charlotte I needed that. And yeah I may be a little nervous but I've got a plan. By the end of it we'll go down as the greatest professors in history!"
"I never doubted you... professor, pfft." She broke out in a snicker and I found myself wondering why I didn't just let that Phantom finish the job.
That's when I had an idea that was a bit lewd in retrospect but do I regret letting my intrusive thoughts win? NO! If I could move my slipper by its shadow couldn't I move Charlotte too? Underneath her skirt was a veritable oasis of shadows and when I took control of them she yelped.
"G-Garridan what are you doing!?" Her flushed cheeks and scandalized tone had the opposite reaction she intended as I yanked her up on a harness made of umbral darkness shaped in the form of black ropes. "Put me down this instant!"
"I'm giving you what you needed for a very long time," I said as she slowly floated toward me, my legs now dangling off the bed ready for me to bend her over my knees.
My goal in humiliating her here was twofold: first I needed to break her of her obstinate attitude if both of us wanted to live, and second I wanted to cuck Ueda Daichi. The original plot would've had these two meet at the academy as Charlotte would be the sole Instructor of class 1-A. Shenanigans would ensue when a Tier 2 phantom appears during a training exercise attacking the class. PTSD hits harder than a dad's belt after a night of drinks for Charlotte as she freezes up at the memory of her captain dying. Of course, Daichi the little hero that he is saves the day and at the same time adds the first member of his 'harem'.
I planned on destroying the plot and ruining the mangaka's hard work. Whether he sent me here or not I don't care, because all I know is that it's my golden chance to make him suffer. I'll thank him or whatever deity sent me from the bottom of my heart.
On my lap Charlotte squirmed, her nipples were rock hard as they rubbed against my thigh through her dress. The realization that she wasn't wearing a bra had me uncomfortably hard, my clothed erection pressed up against her stomach. I knew she had a crush on the original Garridan, but holy fuck this girl is ready to tumble in the sheets without so much as a mention of a date!
Excitedly I flipped up her skirt and beheld a wonderful sight. She wasn't wearing panties! I had a direct line of sight with her slightly puffy muff. Glistening strands of love juice trailed from her pussy and down her thighs, she was more turned on than I was.
"I had intended to punish you but you seem to be enjoying this too much Charlotte. Are you perhaps an M?" My voice sounded huskier than usual as I grabbed a handful of her pert ass cheek
"N-no, I don't like this at all!" The panting and whimpering accompanying her words told a different story however.
"Bullshit, your soaked." My hand brushed up against her mound getting covered in her nectar and at the same time sending a shockwave throughout her body.
"Hiiiii~!" Charlottes's body jerked and spasmed as if she was having a seizure. Her violet eyes rolled up into the back of her head and her pretty pink tongue hung limply on her lower lip. A full-body orgasm resulting in an ahegao, from just a mere touch?
What kind of bullshit is this!? The girl went completely catatonic, how am I supposed to get my rocks off now!?
That day I was left with the bluest balls.
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(Charlotte Kraus POV):
He touched me.
After five years he finally touched me.
He touched me. He touched me. He touched me
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I'm going to make him mine.