Waves of the Incubus - Chapter 3

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The next morning, waking up felt unpleasant.

Perhaps because of the nightmare he had the night before, he was drenched in sweat. Kenichi, who usually sleeps naked, felt thoroughly depressed to find his sheets completely soaked. More than anything, the events in the dream were so intense that remembering each detail brought back waves of fear, disgust, and despair.

"What a nightmare..." he muttered aloud.

Normally, dreams leave only vague memories that fade the more time passes. Yet, he remembered the events of last night's nightmare as clearly as if they were reality, and the memories showed no signs of fading at all.

In fact, he could vividly recall the intense sex between Junko and Usami—the sounds, the voices, and even the smell—as if he had actually been right there.

At the same time, Kenichi was certain of one thing: the dream he saw last night revealed the true relationship between Junko and Vice Principal Usami. His reason desperately tried to deny it, but his heart and his instincts knew it was the truth.

(Aikawa-sensei is... having an affair with Vice Principal Usami...)

Just thinking about it made him want to cry, even though it was morning.

Of course, he knew she was out of his league, a flower on a high peak. It wasn't as if he ever seriously thought he could date her.

Even so.

(Why does it have to be Usami...?!)

No matter how handsome and cool the man was, he was married with a wife and children. Their relationship was unacceptable not just ethically, but legally. Seeing the woman he loved so deeply head-over-heels for a man like that caused Kenichi to sink into the depths of despair.

(Ah... but I have to get up...)

Time passed mercilessly. If he didn't get up soon, he wouldn't make it to work on time.

Kenichi sat up in bed and reached for his glasses where they usually sat by his pillow, only to suddenly notice something bizarre.

"Huh? What?"

For some reason, he could see the glasses by his pillow perfectly clearly.

(Wait, what's going on...?)

Within his perfectly clear field of vision, he picked up the glasses and put them on, only for his surroundings to warp violently. Feeling like he would get a headache if he kept them on, he quickly took them off.

(Could it be... no way...)

Inheriting poor eyesight from his parents, Kenichi had been wearing glasses since the second grade of elementary school, and they had been indispensable ever since. By now, his vision had dropped below 0.1, and his lenses were so thick they protruded from the frames.

He tried putting on his heavy prescription glasses one more time, but his eyes throbbed painfully again, and the world distorted intensely.

There was no mistake.

Kenichi finally realized that he no longer needed them.

(M-my nearsightedness is cured?!)

Baffled by the sudden change in his body, Kenichi tried to think calmly about what this meant.

Right then, like a flash of inspiration, the words the demon had spoken in last night's nightmare came back to him.

“The power is yours.”

(Is this the 'power'...?)

His severe, lifelong nearsightedness had somehow vanished overnight. Though stunned, he couldn't think of any other explanation for the phenomenon.

(Well, I'll think about it later...)

He went to the bathroom to take a shower. When he took off his sweat-soaked underwear, his imposing shaft swung into view. Even completely flaccid, it was a long, thick, and majestic thing—easily more than double the size of an average man's.

However, Kenichi had never once thought its size was a good thing. On the contrary, whenever he visited adult entertainment shops to release his sexual desires, the hostesses always complained that it was too big and that they hated it.

They told him oral sex made their jaws tired, and trying to insert it hurt too much because of the size. As professionals, those women preferred a lighter workload, so they generally favored men who were small and quick to finish. In that regard, Kenichi, with his extraordinary size, was nothing short of an unwelcome guest to them.

Looking down at his oversized member, he suddenly noticed something.

(Is that a mole?)

Looking closely, there was a black pattern right in the middle of his penis. It looked exactly like a black butterfly spreading its wings, measuring about 2 cm. Something like this definitely wasn't there yesterday.

It was too big to be a mole; it looked more like a tattoo or a brand. Above all, he couldn't understand how it had suddenly appeared.

(When did this...? Could it be melanoma? No, that's impossible...)

Shaking his head to dismiss the ridiculous thought, he showered, changed into his usual plain suit, and left his apartment. Just in case, he put his now-useless glasses into their case and tucked them into his bag.

The apartment was a 30-minute train ride away from Ellis Girls' High School, where he worked. Losing his appetite, Kenichi skipped breakfast and hurried to the station in the worst mood possible.

He got off the crowded rush-hour train, passed through the ticket gate, and trudged along, blending into the crowd of students heading toward the high school. A few students offered him morning greetings, but it took everything he had just to give a gloomy "Yeah" in response.

The events of yesterday's dream felt like a lingering trauma, keeping him trapped in a dark, heavy mood.

"Is something the matter, Mido-sensei?"

As he entered the school building and opened the faculty room door, a voice called out from behind, making Kenichi flinch violently. Standing there was Vice Principal Usami—one of the people he least wanted to see right now.

"You look pretty down in the mouth for a Monday morning. Get dumped by a girlfriend or something, huh?"

As if deliberately rubbing him the wrong way, Usami patted Kenichi on the back from behind and laughed boisterously.

(Ugh!)

He had a sharp, handsome face, a nice tan, and a row of clean, white teeth when he smiled. It was no wonder women fell for him.

"...Haha, well, something like that..."

Feeling the disgust welling up in his chest again, Kenichi swallowed his nausea and answered with the best fake smile he could muster.

"Hmm. Well, you're an adult, so you need to manage yourself properly."

Perhaps mistaking Kenichi's state for a hangover, Usami spoke coldly, eyeing him suspiciously. This man acted like a charming feminist around women, but he was exceptionally harsh and cold toward other men.

"If you carry a gloomy face like that, it ruins the mood for everyone around you. Though, you aren't exactly a bright person to begin with..."

The vice principal patted Kenichi's shoulder a couple of times before plopping down heavily into his massive desk at the very edge of the room. From there, he could survey the entire faculty lounge.

Kenichi walked along the rows of connected desks and sat down at his own desk at the far end.

"Is something wrong? You look awfully pale."

"...No... it's nothing."

The middle-aged female teacher next to him asked out of concern, and though he found it bothersome, he replied with a weak smile. He felt entirely drained of strength and unwell. Right now, he just wanted to wait silently for time to pass.

He kept his mouth slightly open, taking shallow, rapid breaths, breaking out into cold sweats all over his body like a student suffering from anemia during a morning assembly.

But as if pouring salt on Kenichi's wounds, the door slid open and she entered the faculty room. Walking briskly with her spine perfectly straight, she drew the attention of the entire room.

"Good morning."

"Ah, good morning."

Dressed today in a chic beige two-piece suit, Yoshikawa Junko entered the faculty room looking exactly as she always did. Instantly, the surroundings seemed to brighten up as if struck by a spotlight, and the male teachers' eyes collectively followed her movements. A few of them let out sighs of admiration, just as Kenichi used to do.

"Good morning, Vice Principal."

"Ah, Yoshikawa-sensei. Good morning."

Amidst the glances of the other men, Junko exchanged a casual morning greeting with Usami, who sat at the vice principal's desk by the door. However, Kenichi felt as though he saw a flash of fleeting embarrassment and dark lust pass between the two of them for a split second.

"Good morning."

Smiling at the surrounding teachers, Junko sat down at her desk diagonally in front of Kenichi. Through the gap in the high, cluttered stacks of books, he could see her beautiful face. Usually, Junko wore silver-rimmed glasses, which strongly reinforced her noble and intellectual impression.

“Hey... hurry... do it quicker... shove that thick cock inside me...”

That face overlapped with the wild, depraved display he had witnessed in last night's dream. Kenichi still found it hard to believe that such an intellectual woman could become so animalistic. As he stared intently at her beauty, their eyes almost met, causing him to hurriedly look away.

(I'm a total sore loser...)

Self-deprecatingly, Kenichi felt like crying again.

He wasn't particularly good-looking or stylish, nor was he exceptionally talented as a teacher. Even at 32, he was single, had never dated a woman, and lacked the courage to confess his feelings to the woman he loved.

His only hobbies were surfing the internet and collecting insect specimens. He didn't even have friends whose phone numbers he knew, so there was no way he could use Facebook, LINE, or Mixi.

Of course, he didn't have the courage to tell Junko he liked her. He had only ever watched her from a distance, quietly harboring his affection.

In the faculty room, ignoring Kenichi's inner turmoil, the morning briefing had long since begun. As usual, replacing the busy principal, Vice Principal Usami was delivering detailed instructions and announcements.

Looking at the vice principal's face brought back the nightmare from last night, making Kenichi's stomach turn with nausea. He hurriedly turned away and closed his eyes, but the illusions continued behind his eyelids, torturing him.

Yet when he looked forward, Junko's beauty caught his eye, making him feel even worse. Helpless, he kept his mouth slightly open, exhaling in short gasps like someone hyperventilating, trying desperately to get through it.

(Hurry... please, just end quickly...)

He wanted to escape to the science preparation room as soon as possible. That was the only thing he had been thinking about for a while.

Because of his state, there was no way he was listening to the vice principal's speech.

Noticing Kenichi's vacant expression and complete lack of focus, Usami barked in an irritated tone.

"Mido-sensei! You've been spacing out for a while now. Have you been listening to what I've been saying? What are your thoughts on the matter I just mentioned? Let's hear them right now!"

"Ah, yes!"

Answering automatically, he stood up and immediately regretted it. He hadn't been listening to Usami at all and had absolutely no idea what the topic was.

However, by standing up, the pitiless gaze of every single staff member gathered on him, all waiting for his reaction. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Junko looking at him from behind her metal-framed glasses with eyes full of pity and scorn.

(Stop looking at me like that!)

After screaming silently in his heart, a heavy silence stretched for one, then two seconds, and cold sweat poured down Kenichi's back.

"Uh... ah, well..."

He tried to squeeze out some words, but it was useless. Since he hadn't heard a word the vice principal said, there was no way he could give a proper answer. He tried desperately to think, but his panicked mind went completely blank and ceased to function.

Unable to even apologize and admit he hadn't been listening, Kenichi could only fluster in silence.

Then, it hit him like a bolt of lightning.

Before he could even think, unexpected words spilled from his mouth.

"Yes, I completely agree with what you said, Vice Principal. It is a fact that public morals have been slipping lately. Yesterday, I even received information that someone from our school was spotted in the love hotel district of Asaka Town. I actually went near there yesterday to investigate whether it was true."

"Wh-uh... I see... Good work on that..."

As he spoke, Kenichi was dumbfounded by his own words.

Yesterday, he had been busy preparing for tests and had stayed at school the entire time. Furthermore, he had never even been to Asaka Town. Asaka Town was quite far from here, taking more than 30 minutes even by car. There were plenty of other downtown areas and love hotel districts, so it was highly unlikely for a student from this school to be there. Yet, for some reason, the vice principal accepted it without a single doubt.

More than anything, despite not knowing at all what Usami had been talking about due to zoning out, he somehow managed to get through the crisis.

For some reason, Usami looked slightly shaken and signaled Kenichi with his eyes that he could sit back down.

Kenichi sat down, feeling as if he had been bewitched by a fox, entirely unsure of why those words had come out of his mouth. But looking at the reaction around him, his response seemed to fit the flow of the meeting perfectly and naturally.

After a while, he noticed Junko, who sat diagonally in front of him, stealing glances at him over and over. Then, like divine revelation, a sudden realization struck him.

(Those two... went to a hotel in Asaka Town yesterday!)

That was it.

That was why Usami had panicked, and why Junko was looking over at him so anxiously.

Furthermore, he had only said "someone from our school," never explicitly specifying "a student from our school." Therefore, to the two of them who harbored a guilty conscience, Kenichi's statement sounded incredibly alarming.

(Is this... also the 'power' of the contract...?)

A thrilling chill ran down his spine. Kenichi shuddered.

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