(Katō Nozomi POV):
My name is Katō Nozomi, but my friends mostly call me No-chan teasing me about my cold demeanor with men. I am 33 years old and unmarried, and the only family I have is my daughter.
Our relationship at the moment is strained as she blames me for divorcing that man. Her decision to join the Tokyo Exorcist Academy, and follow in his footsteps had me scrambling to find a way to be there for her. So imagine my shock when the Academy put out a job posting with the only requirement to apply was to be an unmarried woman.
I knew what I'd be doing before I even showed up for the 'interview'. The 'interviewers' undressed me with hungry eyes as they asked for my measurements, and more intimate questions like 'Are you shaved?'. I had to grit my teeth to prevent letting them know about my displeasure, I had to be there for Fumiko-chan.
My job as Academy Liason would be to seduce Garridan Wraith and probe for secrets during 'pillow talk'.
Despite being an international entity, the Exorcist Corp is at its core a collection of factions with their own goals and agendas. Japan, itself held the prestige of having the number one training center for exorcists and it maintained this number one spot through intellectual property theft. Each new technique the academy gave its students most likely came from the mind of a man too busy thinking with his dick. Loyalty to the Academy was built on seduction and the Headmistress had every Instructor male or female wrapped around her fingers.
So that's why as my pale hand went to wrap on the door I paused. Was I really capable of seducing a man and ruining his life? The thought of Fumiko getting killed by a phantom entered my mind. The answer was simple, I'd do anything for that girl.
***
*Knock, knock*
"Uuuuuugh, Garridan did you order room service?" A bleary-eyed Charlotte poked my forehead as she spoke, her slurred words making her all the more cuter.
"Nah, I planned on taking us out to celebrate. It's not every day a guy gets as lucky as me landing such a beauty!" My words received an embarrassed grin in return as a little fist tagged my shoulder with a playful punch. Not letting her respond I leaned down and gave her a quick peck on the lips before getting up. I had to once again slip on my boxers as I walked to the door, my eye coming close to the peephole to see who knocking at my door.
Her black hair was tied in a messy bun, a strand of onyx hair framing her face. Black almond-shaped eyes hid behind red-rimmed glasses. Her eyelashes fluttered as she blinked down at her wristwatch, a small frown appearing on her full crimson-painted lips. A lone red button on her blazer held back the tide of her titanic knockers as she seemingly wore nothing underneath. Her deep cleavage had captured my gaze until the stunning sight of her legs came into view.
Black pantyhose ran up the longest pair of legs I'd ever seen, their toned look giving way to the mature curve of her hips. The black pencil skirt molded to her thick thighs, little was left to the imagination of how stacked she was. Her feet were clad in black heels that accentuated the grace of her legs. She was a mature OL (office lady) beauty and yet I didn't even know who she was.
*Knock, Knock*
"Yeah, yeah I heard you!" My hand grabbed the doorknob and I yanked open the door. The black-haired beauty still trying to knock on the door stumbled forward, her heels not suited for balance. My arms wrapped around her enticing figure as I stopped her fall. Our faces were mere inches apart and I couldn't help the wolfish grin forming on my lips as a light dusting of pink covered her cheeks.
"Hello, name's Garridan, what's yours?" Even as I spoke I had no intention of letting this MILF go, my hands slithered down her back to grab hold of her plump ass. The way my hand sunk in the doughy flesh of her cheeks had me instantly adding this babe to my 'will fuck' list.
"N-Nozomi Katō." The fact that I could speak and understand Japanese fluently was once again one of the strange quirks of this world. I'm sure if I walked into a town in the middle of Iowa and spoke to them they'd still understand Japanese and speak it right back at me.
Instead of focusing on the dumbass writing, I should probably focus on the familiar-sounding surname of hers. The only problem with that though is that Katō is an incredibly common surname in Japan. It would be like me screaming the name Miller in Germany, I'd have a lot of confused faces turning to me. Is that Gyaru brat really the daughter of such a stunning MILF?
"Do you know—" My question was interrupted by a dense release of geist filling the room, the potent killing intent bubbling from the energy had Nozomi turning deathly pale. Charlotte stood on the edge of the bed, her purple eyes drained of their usual gleam. She was still naked from last night, the heart-shaped tattoo on her stomach proof of that moment. Her rapier now held in her hand seemed to twinkle as the blade sang at the feeling of geist pouring into it.
"Garridan, step away from the whore!" Her words were ice cold, had I not known that she would never hurt me I might even be a little scared. Nozomi was certainly scared if the damp feeling spreading from her skirt was any indication.
"I can't do that Shar. If you kill her the Corp will brand us as outlaws. Do you want every glory seeker on this side of the world coming to kill us? Cause if you do go ahead." The legal system that governed exorcists had not changed in over millennia, and the worse punishment of all was [Caput lupinum] or [Wolf's Head]. If found guilty an exorcist would lose his rank, access to [Crossroads] across the world, and have zero legal protection against another exorcist. Even if a phantom attacked him other exorcists would wait until he is devoured before killing the phantom.
There was only one other group reviled by exorcists more than outlaws and that was Sin-eaters. Instead of gaining their power through training and careful growth of their abilities, Sin-eaters sought a way to circumvent 'God's way' by consuming the flesh of phantoms. This in turn transformed their bodies into deformed abominations, their souls tainted by ectoplasm. The two groups often mingled, outlaws trying to find a way to survive turning towards dark powers, and Sin-eaters gaining ever-loyal minions. Not all outlaws are Sin-eaters, but all Sin-eaters are definitely outlaws.
"Tch, another one." I heard her mutter as she lowered her blade, the sharp gleam it had dulling as the geist dissipated off of the metal. Hopping of the bed she pattered over to us, her legs still wobbly from last nights fun.
"What are you—"
"Not now Garridan." I watched in shock as Charlotte placed her hand between her pussy, her fingers made a squelching sound as she scooped out my pearly white seed. She held her stained fingers up to Nozomi with a victorious smile playing on her lips. "Do you see this, that means that I'm his first bitch, and don't you ever fucking forget it!" Her little tongue took a long drawn out lick of her fingers. She made sure she kept eye contact with me as she did it, an impish grin plastered on her face.
At all the stimulation Nozomi fainted, her limp body resting in my arms.
***
"Okay, I feel like we got off on the wrong foot Nozomi. Would you please introduce yourself?" We sat in the dining hall of our hotel, me and Charlotte on one side, and the nervous girl who was still embarrassed about me 'wasting' geist cleaning her skirt and panties on the other. Little did she know I now had a good mental image of what lay under her panties as my geist gave a pseudo visual feedback as it came it contact with her pussy.
"M-my name is Nozomi Katō and I will be your liaison with the Academy. If you have any questions or r-requests please tell me." Her attempt at sounding seductive fell flat when Charlotte sat on my lap, her yukata-clad ass grinding onto my semi-chub erection.
"Okay, Nozomi I have a question," Charlotte spoke with a condescending sneer as she looked down imperiously on the much more mature woman. The striking contrast of a petite girl bullying a MILF felt oddly erotic or maybe my hentai-filled brain made it erotic?
"What is it Kraus-san?" The formal tone of her voice belied the unease she felt toward the little spitfire that was Charlotte. It probably had something to do with the overwhelming power gap between them, as Nozomi's geist felt practically nonexistent compared to the blond girl's power.
"Will you be fucking my darling?" I'm glad I hadn't been drinking anything as I'm pretty sure I would've done a spit-take. Nozomi didn't fare any better as the dumb look on her face told me she hadn't even registered Charlotte's words.
"W-what?" (Nozomi)
"Hmph, don't even try and act dumb, I know a homewrecker when I see it!" (Charlotte)
"Uh, Charlotte don't you think you're taking this a little too far?" Once more all eyes were on us as dining room patrons found a way to glare at me and give Charlotte sympathetic looks simultaneously. Nozomi caught in the crossfire hunkered down trying to make herself invisible to their ire.
"No, I don't think I am. The Academy obviously sent this big-titted cow to seduce you, and don't deny it! I felt your lust through the mark!" Her eyes glistened through unshed tears as I hastily cast a sound obscuring [geist field]. Before she could even question my love for her I planted a kiss on the hickey I gave her, her breath catching at the tender touch.
"I can't promise you I won't look at others but I will promise you this, that you'll always be my number one. Should I fail to keep my oath may the Weltgeist destroy my soul, amen." Both women gasped as the sound of church bells rang in our ears, the customers unaware that a heavenly host had descended on earth. I felt a massive drain as geist flowed from my body like a sieve. The energy poured into the void to be stored, the [World Spirit] could now track me and smite me should I break my oath.
"Y-you're crazy, you made an oath on something fleeting like love! What if she's right and I seduced you, do you have a death wish!?" Geist responds to limitations, a user may place a condition on their techniques to increase the power of each one. The stronger the limitation, the more powerful the enhancement becomes. Though should you fail to keep your oath you'll most likely lose your connection to geist and with it your soul. I just used this potentially deadly technique to confess my love to Charlotte gaining no power from it and all the risk.
For Nozomi who had most likely become jaded to the word 'love', I had just sold my soul for the equivalent of 62 cents.
"No, I'm not crazy I'm mad with love!" My smile grew wide as I took off my mask to show them the real me. The small and petty person so greedy for love that once I have it I won't ever let it go. Me and Charlotte are the same, we crave love so much that we'd do anything to get it. That was what my oath meant, I would put my soul on the line for her. So how could the little yandere not respond in kind?
"I'll do everything to make myself number one in your heart. I'll hold your hand, kiss your lips, suck your dick, spread my pussy and let you rail me, and train my ass for your personal use. I'll be your wife by day and your whore by night. I'll train every bitch your heart desires into being a submissive slut that'll beg for your dick to break their wombs. Just tell me who you want and we'll turn them into a living onahole! Should I fail in making you the harem of your dreams may my soul turn to ash, amen." Her grandiose decree had me rock hard as the sound of bells rang in my ear. My desire to take her on the table was only stopped by the fidgeting figure of Nozomi, her cheeks blazing crimson at the bold proclamation.
"Okay, enough fun let's get down to business!" I pointed toward the fidgeting MILF, a wicked smile on my face. "Tell me about class 1-A."