Akira watched from the side.
Compared to Kirisu Mafuyu, he was more aware of the Jujutsu Association's situation.
Naturally born Sorcerers were rare—one might not even appear in a million people.
Each year, the number of students recruited by the two academies could be counted on two hands, and with a slight mishap, some might even die prematurely.
With such limited personnel, they were responsible for Cursed Spirit incidents nationwide.
Even with supporters, they couldn't manage everything.
Moreover, the purpose of the person who posted this story was to disperse the Jujutsu Association's personnel. Compared to the safety of the populace and the consequences, the Jujutsu Association's primary concern was the safety of Tengen.
Furthermore, rather than protecting one person, it was better to address the source of the incident—go to the faculty dormitory garage and directly exorcise the Cursed Spirit.
As for whether those cursed ordinary people could survive before the Cursed Spirit was exorcised, that was up to fate.
Kirisu Mafuyu put down her phone. It was true. She had further confirmed the authenticity of the matter from the Jujutsu Association's operator.
However, the handling method the operator informed her of made her face show a bewildered expression.
Due to insufficient personnel, the faculty dormitory she reported needed to queue for processing.
Before it was processed, the operator advised her to order the most expensive talisman from the Jujutsu Association's official flagship store.
But the problem was, by the time the talisman arrived, she would already be dead.
"The Jujutsu Association is like this. They care about the lives of ordinary people—but not much."
"After all, they have so few people."
"But Mafuyu-chan, you don't have to worry. Since I know your predicament, I naturally have a way to help."
Akira smiled. This was the situation he had hoped for.
Kirisu Mafuyu also reacted.
Oh, right. How foolish. Akira being able to discover this matter surely meant he had some means.
"Akira-san, are you a civilian Sorcerer?"
"You could say that. If you weren't my teacher, I wouldn't bother with these things."
"However, I'm not some overly kind person who helps everyone I see. So you need to be prepared to pay a price."
Akira's gaze swept over Kirisu Mafuyu's graceful figure.
The blatant action instantly made the atmosphere in the room a bit ambiguous.
Kirisu Mafuyu swallowed. "Akira-san, the price you're talking about… wouldn't be… that kind of thing, would it?"
"Compared to life, what does that kind of thing matter?"
"However, it's your choice. If you think that kind of thing is more important than your life, there's nothing I can do."
Akira shrugged, giving the choice to Kirisu Mafuyu.
Live, but become Akira's woman.
Or gamble on luck, praying that the Cursed Spirit hadn't found her before the Jujutsu Association exorcised it.
The two choices were obvious. The pros and cons were clear at a glance.
"Akira-san… please help me."
"A wise choice."
Akira leaned forward and, under Kirisu Mafuyu's astonished gaze, directly cupped her face.
Mmm~!
Kirisu Mafuyu's eyes widened.
Her heart rate suddenly accelerated.
He!
How dare he… This was too bold.
And—this was her first kiss.
Mmm~!
By the time Kirisu Mafuyu reacted, Akira had already had his way.
She suppressed the resistance in her heart and clenched her fists.
But gradually, her breathing became erratic.
How!
How could this be.
Akira's technique was too good.
She actually… Kirisu Mafuyu shyly closed her eyes, and her clenched fists relaxed.
Akira sat back down, seemingly still savoring the moment.
"I'll take some interest first. You don't mind, do you?"
Kirisu Mafuyu wanted to mind—but dared she?
Akira smiled. "Don't be nervous. As long as it's not a Special Grade Cursed Spirit with its own domain, you'll be safe during the daytime."
"By the way, I want to apply for a club. I didn't know what to do before, but now I have an idea."
"It'll be called the 'Divine Spirit Research Club.' Its activities will be to collect information and research divine spirits."
"Mafuyu-chan, how about you become our club's faculty advisor?"
As he spoke, Akira leaned closer again, scaring Kirisu Mafuyu into instinctively leaning back.
Mafuyu-chan?
Not even her best friends had called her that.
But—dared she refute him?
"Okay, Akira-san."
"When no one else is around, you can just call me Akira."
"Remember to get a larger activity room for the club. As for members, I'll gather them for you."
At this moment, footsteps gradually approached, and teachers greeted each other as they entered the office.
"Teacher Mafuyu, good morning!"
"Morning!"
Seeing people arrive, Akira also got up to leave. "Teacher Mafuyu, see you tonight!"
"Mm. See you tonight."
Akira walked out of the office, leaving Kirisu Mafuyu watching his receding figure, unable to calm down for a long time.
Those girls who were very close to Akira—would they also be like her?
But for her life, she could only go all out.
Oh, right—the club. First, help Akira write a club application.
Although she knew the bad news Akira brought, classes still had to be taught.
And she had to be even more diligent than usual.
——————
"Akira, you're back!"
Yuki Souo sat in Akira's seat, chatting with Saeko Busujima, Kitagawa Marin, and Alisa.
Upon seeing Akira approach, she immediately stood up and offered him her seat.
Her sweet appearance, proper demeanor, and the cultivated air of someone from a scholarly family instantly deceived many eyes.
Especially her fabricated identity as Akira's childhood friend, which immediately won the favor of Saeko Busujima and Kitagawa Marin.
During the time Akira had been taken to the office, their conversations naturally revolved around topics related to him.
As Akira's "childhood friend," Yuki Souo naturally recounted various interesting stories between her and Akira in great detail—including, but not limited to, playing in the mud together and bathing together when they were kids.
Although Alisa was unconvinced, she listened with great interest.
"Hmm~! You didn't say anything bad about me, did you?"
"Akira, is that really how you see me?"
Yuki Souo pouted in annoyance, like a little wife who had been wronged.
"It's good that you didn't say anything bad. Class is about to start, so why don't you head back first?"
"Alright. It seems I'm not very welcome here. Let me guess—are you afraid that one of them might misunderstand?"
"Let's go, let's go!"
Akira couldn't be bothered to argue with Yuki Souo. He directly grabbed her wrist and led her out the door.
Yuki Souo laughed teasingly. "Ho ho ho, big brother. Even if you don't say it, I can tell. Alisa, right?"
Akira smiled. "You might guess other things, but this—you can't."
"Go back. Class is about to start."
"Alright! See you tonight."
Yuki Souo turned and left.
Not long after, the class bell rang.
Alisa sat in her seat, observing Akira out of the corner of her eye.
Her mind was still replaying what had just happened.
Even an intimate gesture like grabbing her wrist happened so naturally.
It seemed their relationship was indeed very good.
But she wasn't bad either.
This morning… This morning, Akira had helped her with a massage and even helped her change her over-the-knee socks.
Thinking of the details, Alisa's knees instinctively clamped together.
The unpleasantness in her heart was instantly replaced by shyness.
She was also very close to Akira—not much worse than Yuki Souo.
Just wait. I will definitely achieve ultimate victory!
Alisa didn't dare to look at Akira anymore, forcing herself to shift her attention to the blackboard.
Outside the window, a crow perched on a branch, watching everything that happened in the classroom.
These scenes were transmitted remotely through a technique to the mind of a Grade 1 Sorcerer.