Stepping into the dilapidated school building where the Occult Research Society was located, a stale scent wafted toward him.
Women in black robes knelt all around, chanting obscure incantations in low voices that echoed in the empty room.
A strange atmosphere filled the air, as if an invisible cold aura was flowing, slowly drifting toward a corner of the room.
Kanjuro observed his surroundings thoughtfully as a chilling aura struck him head-on.
Looking up, he saw a tall woman wearing a sailor suit and black stockings sitting on a chair in the center.
She had long emerald-green hair, a devilish, playful smile on her lips, and she looked Kanjuro up and down with a contemptuous gaze.
Takashiro Hiroko tugged at Kanjuro's sleeve worriedly and whispered a reminder: "Just obey her, and everything will be fine."
"You are Kanjuro?" the green-haired woman spoke, her voice carrying a hint of laziness. "I've heard Takashiro mention you. Are you interested in the occult?"
Kanjuro keenly noticed that the President's face was exceptionally pale. That unnatural complexion—could it be caused by overusing the power of the dark bible?
"I'm just curious about the contents of Takashiro's notebook," Kanjuro replied calmly. "Can the President tell me what the spells actually do? Why did they cause that fire in the Library?"
The President raised her chin arrogantly. "That's not for you to ask. But before that... you must first prove your willingness to join us."
She was testing Kanjuro, because the deeper the darkness in a person's heart, the more they could become a source of her power.
Desire was one of the ways she obtained power, but lust was a taboo she rarely touched.
Kanjuro suddenly changed the subject. "President, there's something I don't quite understand."
"Speak," the green-haired woman's gaze suddenly became sharp.
"Why are there only women in the Occult Research Society and no men?"
The President shrugged indifferently. "I don't like men."
"But wouldn't it be more interesting if men joined?"
"What I need are people who are dark, evil, and have no moral bottom line," the President sighed softly. "Most of the boys in this school are still as innocent as ordinary high school students. It's truly laughable."
"Actually, the President and I are the same kind of people." Kanjuro stepped forward slowly, elegantly took the President's hand, and placed a kiss on her fingertips. "Although I don't fully understand the President's connection to those Hebrew spells, I am willing to join you."
The President's body trembled slightly.
Kanjuro's handsome and diabolical face caused her to lose herself for a moment, but she quickly snapped out of it and chanted a strange spell to push Kanjuro back.
Kanjuro looked at the President in surprise, while the President was secretly annoyed—to maintain her composure, she had actually used a spell again.
Just then, Kanjuro suddenly turned around and tore open Takashiro Hiroko's collar.
Under the President's shocked gaze and the curious stares of the surrounding women, he kissed Takashiro Hiroko as if no one else were there.
Takashiro Hiroko's face was flushed with shame. She was anxious and restless under the public gaze, but her body went limp against her will.
The air was filled with an ambiguous atmosphere, mixed with Takashiro Hiroko's suppressed low moans.
The President watched this scene quietly, feeling the aura of dark evil grow thicker in the air.
Kanjuro seemed to be born as the best candidate to fall into darkness.
Although he was a male and not the most ideal vessel for the dark bible, the President still appreciated his interaction with Takashiro Hiroko.
She even waved her hand dismissively, signaling the other women to join in.
An hour passed by unnoticed.
The President was a cold-natured woman; she loathed all men and only held special feelings for women.
Sometimes she would think how wonderful it would be if she were a man, but unfortunately, things didn't go as she wished.
At this moment, she fully enjoyed the evil and dark aura permeating the air, and her originally depleted magic power was gradually recovering.
When everything settled, Kanjuro walked up to the President and asked respectfully, "President, are you satisfied with my performance?"
"Satisfied, more than satisfied." The eyes beneath the green hair showed appreciation. "If only you were a woman."
"It doesn't matter. As long as the President is willing, I can satisfy all your needs," Kanjuro chuckled. "Isn't it also good to occasionally try the taste of a man?"
"I have no interest in that," the President replied flatly.
"So now, can I formally join the Occult Research Society?"
"Of course you can." The President's gaze softened. "I want you to come here every day and spend time with the members of the Occult Research Society."
"Are there no other requirements?"
"No more," the President said in a low voice. "From now on, new women will join the Occult Research Society every day. Kanjuro, I have high expectations for you."
"What is the President's ultimate goal?" Kanjuro asked.
The President gazed at Kanjuro. In her eyes, Kanjuro was merely a pawn, so she didn't plan to hide it. "For the dark bible to exert its maximum power, it needs a female vessel who is physically flawed but spiritually perfect."
"So, the bodies of women must be defiled to find the answer. That is the President's purpose for using me."
"Exactly. Since it can satisfy your needs and help me find a suitable Awakener, why not?"
"I will complete your request," Kanjuro replied respectfully, while pulling Takashiro Hiroko into his arms and affectionately stroking her hair.
Takashiro Hiroko looked at Kanjuro with a dazed expression. She hadn't expected him to be so calm and composed, handling things with such ease in front of the President.
This air of authority made her internal admiration and obsession deepen, and she couldn't help but gently hook her arm through his.
The cloaked women around them could not hide their greedy gazes. These women who joined the society were inherently pure-hearted; now, seeing the scenes between Kanjuro and Takashiro for the first time, their hearts were inevitably filled with desire for Kanjuro.
"Takashiro, let's go back."
"Mhm." Takashiro Hiroko nestled submissively in Kanjuro's arms as they walked side by side on the path brushed by the evening wind. She looked up, her eyes shining with admiration. "Master, you were so outstanding today! I was really worried something would happen to you just now."
Kanjuro curled his lips playfully, his fingers gently stroking her hair. "Your President needs someone like me. Takashiro, you seemed to enjoy being intimate with me in front of so many women?"
Takashiro pushed him shyly, her cheeks flushing. "I did not."
Kanjuro let out a low laugh and leaned in to whisper in her ear, "Then I'll spend the night at your dorm tonight."
"Mhm..." she responded softly, her voice carrying an unmistakable sense of expectation.
"I want you to bear me a child," Kanjuro's voice was low and full of temptation.
A glint of greed flashed in Takashiro's eyes, and she nodded unconsciously.
She found herself hopelessly addicted to this version of Kanjuro—the more dangerous the man, the more he fascinated her.
Since she had already given everything to him, she was even willing to betray the entire society for Kanjuro's sake.