Chapter 183
Chapter 183
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Translator: uly
Chapter: 183
Chapter Title: Perception Destruction
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Some of them seemed to notice a faint sense of incongruity.
Even if they didn't realize they were under hypnosis, time had actually passed while they were in a trance,
so those sensitive to their body's tension or the flow of time might feel a slight discrepancy.
Hanging hypnosis on so many people at once meant it wasn't strange if someone picked up on it.
"Attention."
I called out from the podium, drawing everyone's eyes to me.
The candidates' gazes focused on me.
"Some of you may already know. Hello. I'm Dekal, from the student council, now assigned as the special investigator."
With my trademark shamelessness, I played the part flawlessly, as if the position really existed.
Special investigator? No one would know about something like that.
I'd just made it up on the spot.
But since I'd introduced myself as the special investigator when implanting the trigger in their minds,
the candidates now perceived me as such.
Reactions varied by person—from those doubting, 'Was there such a thing?' to those convinced, 'Right, he's the special investigator.'
Clap...
Someone started clapping in welcome,
and the applause spread through the candidates like a contagion.
After the brief applause died down, I continued.
"Melbritt is now entering a special investigation period.
To counter the growing threat of the Demon King, I ask for your full cooperation."
One candidate raised a hand.
"Yes. Go ahead."
"What exactly does cooperation entail?"
"There's nothing you're obligated to do.
There's now a roll call on your schedule, so please attend it diligently.
This measure is to widely announce any irregularities, and it's for your benefit as well."
"Understood."
"Separately, there will be times when I personally request your cooperation.
I won't put you in danger, but for that reason, please follow my instructions precisely.
Any questions?"
The hypnosis had worked perfectly.
Countering the Demon King's threat—what a great excuse, even if I do say so myself.
No one seemed to question why one of the candidates had suddenly been appointed special investigator.
Of course, Diana and the others I'd deliberately excluded from the investigator hypnosis looked confused.
They probably had no idea why I was with the student council either.
Nelris, knowing about my private meeting with the student council president, appeared calm on the surface.
"That's all. Thank you."
I stepped down from the podium amid applause.
Shia slipped up to me.
"Special Investigator Dekal. Looking forward to working with you."
Right now, only we knew the truth.
"It won't be easy, but for the candidates' safety, I'll investigate thoroughly."
We shared a private joke and exchanged smiles.
Shia had handed me all of Melbritt on a platter.
Every female candidate in this school was now my plaything.
Gorgeous beauties scraped together from across the kingdom.
I could grab any that caught my eye and fuck them one-sidedly until they got pregnant.
The special investigator hypnosis was the groundwork for that.
Of course I felt no guilt doing this? That'd be a lie.
I felt like I'd committed a massive crime.
My heart pounded just like when you'd done something irreversible.
And that's why I was hard.
Because I'd gone and done what I shouldn't have.
So simple.
That's why I turned my god-subjugating power toward people.
No, toward gods and humans alike, without distinction.
After the candidates dispersed from the auditorium, I went looking for Noah.
How should I contact her? Maybe track her with the eight-colored pearl.
Then Noah popped up right in front of me.
"Does the bitch's help suffice?"
"Did you put a tracker on me or something?"
"Tracker...?"
"It's just eerie how you're always right there when I need you."
A slight chill ran down my spine.
"There was a strong scent.
It was an unscheduled emergency order, after all."
"Right. I cast hypnosis.
From now on, I'm Melbritt's special investigator."
"Special investigator?"
"Just a convenient excuse. Can you gather the executors?"
"Yes. Right away if needed."
"Please do."
Through Noah, I assembled every executor in Melbritt without fail.
And right in front of her, I cast the same hypnosis.
"So that's what special investigator means."
"A made-up title. Embarrassing."
"No. Seriously, I think it's a good position.
There may be things executors can't handle."
"Things executors can't handle?"
"...It's not something easily spoken of,
but the executors in Melbritt have low morale.
They rarely catch criminals, mostly just meddling in candidates' love lives."
"Well, proof it's peaceful, right?"
Noah looked lost in thought.
"Noah?"
"Ah, sorry.
There was something bothering me..."
"Something bothering you?"
"The candidates gathered in the auditorium. The numbers don't match."
"The numbers don't match?"
What did she mean?
As Shia had said earlier, not everyone attended roll call, so not all candidates were in the auditorium.
But Noah would already know that much.
"Yes.
The count I know and what I eyeballed don't quite line up."
"..."
Impressive she could gauge that by eye.
"So, what you're saying is,
there are more candidates in Melbritt than officially managed?"
"A guess. Even if true, I don't know why.
Reasons could vary, but if there's an issue with the personnel management system, it needs fixing urgently.
If such problems arise, having an investigator free to roam the campus isn't bad.
Might even be better than executors at uncovering the cause."
"..."
Sorry, Noah...
It wasn't made for such an earnest reason.
What little conscience I had pricked at me.
"Ah, if it's bothering you, sorry.
I can't just overlook even minor things..."
"No. You breathed life into my half-baked setup.
Treat it like an official request—I'll look into any system issues."
"Please do."
Now I even had legitimate work.
Actual numbers don't match managed numbers.
I can investigate this 'system error.'
"Oh, almost forgot one."
I added one more suggestion to the executors.
"'The special investigator's lewd acts are utterly normal. Do not interfere or meddle carelessly.'"
Clap.
I clapped to wake them, and Noah spoke for me.
"This is the student council's special investigator.
Cooperate actively if needed for the investigation."
"Yes!"
The executors returned to their posts.
Finally, free.
Melbritt's outlaw, you could say.
From now on, I could force most things without issue. Those who could complain were few.
"Mr. Dekal."
"Yeah?"
"I've informed the two of you about the current situation."
Ah, right, I'd asked her to pass it on.
"Thanks. Where's Esty?"
"Miss Esty is currently guiding special training in the training hall.
Shall I guide you?"
"No. I know where."
I'd spotted it next to the winners' hall.
Before meeting Esty, there was something I wanted to do.
Finally free, I wanted to savor the liberation.
"You want to test if the hypnosis took hold properly."
"Yeah. Body's itching for it."
"Then I'll take my leave."
"See you later."
Sending Noah off to hunt women—ridiculous even to me, but roaming the school like a playground to bask in freedom sounded fun.
Melbritt strictly forbade contact between opposite sexes outside permitted areas.
Male and female dorms were completely separate,
and aside from class and meals, you could only glimpse 'oh, there are female candidates' from afar.
You couldn't even stray from paths to communal facilities.
Executors patrolled unobtrusive spots.
Strict rules.
Trained surveillance.
A point-based evaluation system...
Simple but effective methods.
But I'd made new rules with hypnosis.
The special investigator could be anywhere in Melbritt.
"Passing through."
A quick greeting to the executor, and I crossed to the other side.
The female dorm was right there.
Only female candidates milling about!
Different feel from viewing from the main building.
Because now I was invading.
Sure enough, the female candidates noticed the intruding male and glanced my way.
"A guy over there."
"Who is it?"
"Don't know? Special investigator."
"Oh..."
"'Do not question the special investigator's actions.'"
Their gazes mixed curiosity and interest.
No candidate showed displeasure at my presence.
I strode deeper in.
A total flower garden?
So many gorgeous candidates.
They might select by looks.
Given they interviewed, it wasn't absurd.
Impressions boosted scores.
My heart raced.
Standing alone before the female dorm in broad daylight, evading executors—felt utterly exposed.
The female candidates' stares felt good too.
"Ah...!"
"It's the investigator."
"Hello."
Cute candidates greeted me as they passed.
"'Show respect to the investigator.'"
With the suggestion that my actions were a noble mission,
quite a few expressed goodwill openly.
"You there."
I pointed at a group of four candidates.
"Yes?"
"Special investigator."
"What's this about?"
"Necessary for the investigation. Show me your breasts?"
"Ah, sure."
"Of course we should."
"Undergarments too?"
The female candidates stripped without hesitation.
"Line up and show them nicely."
What a sight.
Four female candidates lined up, baring their tits.
They weren't shameless—slightly embarrassed looks.
I deliberately alternated between faces and breasts.
"..."
I reached out and groped.
"Ah...!"
"Stay still."
"Not just looking?"
"Necessary for the investigation. Who said to question?"
"Sorry."
"Punishment."
I nitpicked and pinched their nipples with both hands.
"Eek!"
"Endure it."
I tugged hard on the female candidate's nipple with my fingers.
Squeeeze.
"Hng... Sorry. Please forgive me."
"You, panties off and skirt up."
"Yes."
The called-out candidate pulled her panties to her knees and hiked her skirt.
Her sparse bush appealed passively.
Moving on, I fondled the next timid-looking candidate's breasts.
"Hmm..."
"I-Is something wrong?"
"Need to kiss. This is necessary too."
"Y-Yes...!"
The timid one squeezed her eyes shut and opened wide.
I lunged in, kissing and shoving my tongue.
"Mmph. Nng... Slurp... Smmph..."
I ravaged the mouth of this first-time female candidate.
Grabbing her head, thrusting deep—licking teeth and gums, drooling saliva.
She gulped my spit clumsily moving her tongue.
"Good. No issues."
"Relieved..."
The next had quite large breasts.
I kneaded them.
"Such slutty tits."
"..."
"Answer honestly. Slutty tits or not?"
"I don't think so..."
"What?"
I gripped her breast hard.
"Hic...! Ah. Slutty... tits."
"You think so too?"
"Yes. I think they're slutty tits too..."
I savored the feel, rubbing gently.
She flushed red to her ears, trembling with shame.
"Say sorry for being born with slutty tits."
"Is this related to the investigation...?"
"It is. Planning to interfere?"
"...Sorry for being born with slutty tits."
"Be grateful I'm touching them."
"Yes."
"Good. You're dismissed."
The female candidates dressed and scurried off.
Wanted to do more lewd stuff.
Preferably prettier than these.
Situation was arousing, but with standards sky-high, maybe?
Or too many choices leaving me lost?
They say too many options paralyze choice.
Too many pretty girls causing agony...
Happy dilemma.
Time to conduct more special investigation.
I decided to wander a bit more near the female dorm.