Miko had always considered herself an ordinary high school girl.
Her grades were decent but not outstanding.
Her looks were cute but not stunning.
She had a couple friends but wasn’t socially popular.
Though she occasionally indulged in unrealistic daydreams, she never imagined her relatively mundane life would take such a bizarre turn.
She could see residents of another world—creatures known as evil spirits.
They wandered among humans, feeding on their life force.
Every time she accidentally made eye contact, she could feel overwhelming malice radiating from their hollow, terrifying eyes.
“Can you see me?”
Miko never responded.
She instinctively knew—acknowledging them would lead to her being devoured.
She’d secretly tried salt, crosses, garlic…nothing worked.
Left with no options, she endured—ignoring the horrors that appeared in toilets, at dinner tables, even under her blankets.
After just days of this torment, she was already exhausted.
In class, a twisted spirit glared at her from her desk while two others floated through the room.
Looking up, she saw another one clinging to their teacher Hiratsuka-sensei’s shoulder.
Miko felt numb.
When school finally ended, she found herself dreading going home.
“Is the one in the bathroom gone yet?
What about the one that scared me so badly I wet the bed…?”
Walking listlessly through the halls, she suddenly heard maddened whispering—screeching like nails on a chalkboard.
“Hiratsuka-sensei…holding a little boy?”
Her face paled when she saw the spirit on their teacher’s shoulder screaming at the child.
“L-look out—”
Her warning died in her throat as the boy casually flicked his fingers near the teacher’s ear. You are reading on g.com, the official source.
Poof!
The spirit disintegrated like he’d swatted a bug.
“That boy…he can destroy evil spirits!”
Days of torment transformed into desperate hope.
Miko’s eyes widened—she’d found her salvation.
“He might be able to save me!”
She watched from around a corner as Hiratsuka-sensei slumped against the wall, face flushed while making soft noises.
“Getting rid of spirits feels that good…?”
…
Teacher’s Office.
A flustered Hiratsuka set Kouma down, trying to maintain composure.
“Kouma-kun, take these chips and candy…”
Despite her efforts, she couldn’t control the lingering tremors from that overwhelming release of tension.
The sudden pleasure had left her unsettled.
She never imagined a child’s touch could affect her so strongly.
Yet all her accumulated fatigue had vanished instantly.
“Am I…a secret sh[ot]acon?”
Stealing glances at the angelic boy, she fought the urge to hug him.
Looking away, she caught her reflection—flawless skin, perfect figure, radiant complexion.
By all appearances, a beautiful woman.
But…
Nearing thirty.
Terrible personality.
Tomboyish habits.
And now this.
“Who’d ever marry me like this…?”
She didn’t realize she’d spoken aloud until Kouma responded, “If I could, I’d marry Hiratsuka-sensei!”
His childish sincerity made her cheeks burn.
She pinched his cheeks roughly to hide her embarrassment, though his words warmed her heart.
“By the time you’re grown up, I’ll be an old woman.
You’d never want me then!”
“You never know~” Kouma said cryptically.
If only you knew my real age.
“Come see me anytime you want snacks,” Hiratsuka found herself saying.
“I always have plenty…and games too…”
Watching Kouma leave with his treats, she smacked her own cheeks.
” Shizuka Hiratsuka, what are you doing?!”
“Trying to groom a child?”
She felt like those creepy men who lure children with candy.
“Pathetic.”
Yet even as she berated herself, she opened a shopping app to order more snacks.
…
Kouma hadn’t expected Hiratsuka’s ears to be so sensitive—nor her reaction so intense.
If LV3 “Woman Pleasure Hand” worked this well, he dreaded to imagine its max level.
Returning to the Service Club with his haul, he froze at the unexpected visitor.
“Ai-nee?”
Hoshino Ai—currently in a standoff with Yukino—turned instantly, her flawless face blossoming into a smile as she swept Kouma into a hug.
“Kou-kun!
I’m taking you home!”
As he breathed in her familiar floral scent, he looked up to meet Yukino’s icy glare.