He tried to save the fallen girls, but they came after him instead.

"Alright, alright, that's enough. One last question: do you recognize that white-haired girl in the sports storage room? Why is she there?"

"I don't know. I don't know."

Phew~ I've asked everything I needed to ask. Now it's time to deal with the An Lushan Rebellion.

Hurry, hurry, I can't wait any longer! Turn him into a cripple, turn him into an idiot, nip this evil in the bud!

The woman's urgent words echoed in Shirakawa's mind.

You are the real evil, woman!

“An Shihongzhi, listen up.”

"Forget this pocket watch, forget all your memories of pocket watches. You are just an ordinary high school student, living an ordinary life at school."

"Study hard, live well, and become a good person in everyone's eyes. Don't let those pathetic desires and lust drive your actions, and don't let lust blind you. Do you understand?"

"I understand."

"Okay, now you're very sleepy. Go back to your classroom and sleep until school is over. When you wake up, do as I say."

An Shihongzhi nodded, got up, and staggered into the teaching building.

"Go and destroy him, destroy everything he has!" the woman's voice echoed again.

"If I do whatever you tell me to do, wouldn't I lose face?" Shirakawa said.

At first, he did have the idea of ​​turning Anshi Hiroshi into an empty-headed idiot, but the voice in his head kept adding fuel to the fire, and Shirakawa also developed a rebellious spirit. He didn't want to do what the strange woman in his head said.

Whatever she is, she's definitely not a good person, so we should just go against her.

It's likely that Hiroshi Anshi was also instigated by this woman to become that way. Without his pocket watch, he was probably just a shut-in who occasionally fantasized about pretty girls.

Although they became enemies during this time, I still hope that he can become a normal person after breaking free from the control of the pocket watch.

Shirakawa gripped the "dirty" pocket watch tightly and ran towards the gymnasium.

60. Bearing a curse

"Convene a school-wide assembly immediately. Everyone on campus, including janitors and all other personnel, is requested to assemble at the gymnasium. I repeat..."

The hypnotized students lined up neatly and walked into the sports hall.

Shirakawa stood on the stage, constantly adjusting the microphone.

Soon after, when all the students and teachers had arrived, Jackie and Aya followed behind the group, and Misaki Nikaido was also brought along by them.

Jackie gave Shirakawa a thumbs-up, indicating that everything was ready. Shirakawa nodded and began to dispel the hypnosis.

"Good morning, teachers and students! Due to unforeseen circumstances, the assembly originally scheduled for this morning has been postponed to today. So far, no unusual events have occurred, and everyone has enjoyed a peaceful and tranquil day as usual."

Make good use of me! Make everyone below the stage submit to you, make them all your slaves!

After this hypnosis, the strange woman's voice was amplified several times in Shirakawa's mind, becoming even more alluring.

Shirakawa felt as if he had been run over by countless trucks, his mind and body aching terribly, utterly exhausted.

He quickly put away the pocket watch and met up with Jackie Yako outside the gymnasium.

The crowd below the stage gradually became noisy, and the students gradually returned to normal.

Principal Kato took his speech and went on stage, spouting empty rhetoric that was hardly worth listening to, such as the importance of studying hard and the school's deviation rate.

The students waited impatiently for Principal Kato to finish speaking.

Outside the stadium, Jackie cheered and hugged Shirakawa tightly: "Nice, Shirakawa, we're saving everyone!"

"Yes, yes," Shirakawa said with a wry smile. The voice echoed repeatedly in Shirakawa's ears, and Jackie's voice became very weak.

Ayako wasn't very happy. She didn't seem to have helped much in the whole incident. The only thing she managed to do was to go downstairs and snatch the pocket watch before Anshi, which almost caused a disaster.

"I'm glad everyone's alright. I'll head back to the clubroom to play games now." Ako lowered her head and slunk away.

"Hey, Ayako..." Jackie called out loudly to her back, but she still didn't stop.

"Really... Hey, Xiaobai, why do you look so pale?"

Shirakawa's face was ashen, and his back was soaked with sweat. Coupled with the injuries he had sustained on the rooftop, he looked extremely haggard.

Let's turn her into an Omega toy, it would be so much fun!

It's her again.

Shirakawa was about to reach his limit; he needed to get Jackie away before things got worse.

"It's nothing. I had a fever this morning, and it might have gotten a bit flared up again," Shirakawa said with a wry smile. "You should go back and find Ayako. I'll just rest by myself for a while."

"Xiaobai, if you're really feeling unwell, you can give me your pocket watch, and I'll help you with that," Jackie said with concern.

She had also handled pocket watches and knew that uncomfortable feeling.

"It's really nothing. I'm not some virgin shut-in like An Shi. I can handle this." Shirakawa gave a thumbs up and laughed.

If you can still joke around, then there shouldn't be much of a problem, right?

"Is it really okay?"

"it's okay no problem."

"I'm leaving?"

"Go quickly, go quickly."

I walked outside the Jieqi Gymnasium, glancing back every now and then.

Suddenly she remembered something.

I'm still wearing Shirakawa's clothes.

"After you've washed the clothes, remember to return them to me later!"

"You too!" Shirakawa smiled and waved, but fine beads of sweat kept appearing on his forehead.

Once Jackie's figure disappeared from sight, Shirakawa sprinted to the toilet and vomited uncontrollably while leaning over the sink.

All day today, he only ate white rice porridge and red bean bread. His stomach was empty, and even when he dry heaved, he couldn't vomit anything.

Shirakawa turned on the tap, washed his face, and looked in the mirror.

A woman appeared in the mirror, right behind Shirakawa. Her pupils were as red as blood, her hair was pure white without a single blemish, her skin was delicate and pale, and her body was naked, with only some strange black mucus covering her private parts.

She could never be human.

Her little tongue brushed against her rosy lips, her lips curled up, and her body drew closer and closer.

Her behavior and appearance seemed to be a combination of all the elements that Shirakawa liked, deliberately crafted.

Shirakawa watched helplessly as her reflection in the mirror drew closer and closer. The chill that struck his very soul made him afraid to turn his head or look away.

Gradually, Shirakawa's back was pressed against that softness, close to Shirakawa, a slender white hand gently brushed his chin, and through the mirror, their eyes met, Shirakawa staring into her eyes as if gazing into an abyss.

Become an emotionless lovemaking machine, forget all your troubles, forget all your anxieties, and melt into endless passion.

The woman whispered in his ear, gently blowing on it, her fragrant breath brushing against his ear.

Shirakawa was momentarily lost in thought, but he quickly regained his composure and used the last vestige of his reason to rouse himself.

This is all an illusion, this is all an illusion.

Shirakawa turned on the tap and washed his face again. The cold water splashed on his face made him feel much more awake.

Looking in the mirror again, the ghostly woman had vanished without a trace.

Shirakawa hurriedly took out his pocket watch, threw it on the small table in the bathroom, and took several steps back.

That uncomfortable, cold feeling still hasn't gone away.

How could that be? Does it mean that control can only be transferred by another person?

It was only after I snatched the pocket watch from Aya's hand that she returned to normal.

This is not some magical item; it's more like a terrifying curse that can be passed on.

To use the power of hypnosis, one must bear this curse.

Although Shirakawa is barely holding on, the woman is constantly stimulating his consciousness with her words.

I don't know when it will get out of control.

We need to find a solution quickly.

Shirakawa couldn't possibly hand over this pocket watch so easily; doing so would only create a demon like Anshi Hiroshi.

The sound of students' footsteps and noisy conversations could be heard outside the restroom.

Hearing the sounds of human activity reassured Shirakawa considerably.

"It's already this late, do we still have classes this afternoon?"

"There's less than a class period left, pack your bags and go home."

"I also have club activities."

"Today went by so fast, it feels like I didn't do anything at all."