Chapter 474 Shizuka? She's Also My Person
Ayato looked at her and spoke, "Dorothy, right? The Occult Service Club welcomes you."
"Y-you know me?"
"Naturally."
Ayato smiled. "And I know you've been haunted by a Cursed Spirit."
Although Dorothy hadn't been taken over yet, she had already been targeted.
"Y-you can see that?"
A glimmer of hope appeared in Dorothy's eyes. "Then, can you help me?"
"Of course. But first, fill out this form."
Ayato took out a club application form and handed it to her.
"..."
Dorothy took it instinctively, a bit confused.
She hadn't said she wanted to join the club.
"If you want my help, joining the club is necessary."
Sensing Dorothy's emotions, Ayato said calmly. "After all, you don't want to be replaced by this Cursed Spirit, do you?"
As his voice fell, Ayato snapped his fingers.
An inexplicable force descended upon Dorothy's body.
Instantly!
A cloud of white mist rose from Dorothy's body, transforming into a ferocious Cursed Spirit.
"Damn exorcist."
"I advise you not to meddle in affairs that aren't your business."
The Cursed Spirit roared madly, emitting waves of ominous aura.
But it seemed trapped by an invisible force, unable to move an inch.
Th-this?
Th-th-th-th-this!
Dorothy's body jerked violently, trembling visibly all over.
A C-Cursed Spirit had been on her body this whole time?
Oh my god.
If she hadn't discovered it, would she really have been replaced?
Her eyes grew moist, and she was genuinely crying.
S-so scary.
Unconsciously, she felt some warmth trickling down her thighs.
"..." xN
Including Ayato, everyone's eyes became subtle.
They exchanged glances, their eyelids twitching.
Wasn't this too timid? This was the first time they'd encountered such a situation.
"Um, Dorothy, you don't need to be nervous."
Ayato comforted her. "Actually, this Cursed Spirit has already been sealed by me."
"It can't harm you for now."
Hearing this, Dorothy was stunned, then snapped out of it.
It seemed...
It hadn't moved since it appeared.
She instinctively stepped back, trying to get as far away from the Cursed Spirit as possible, her back against the wall.
As if this...
Could give her some sense of security.
Then.
She asked nervously, "Can you destroy it?"
"Of course."
Ayato nodded.
"Whoosh."
Hearing this, Dorothy breathed a huge sigh of relief.
But.
She was clearly relaxing too soon.
"But to destroy it, let's discuss the price."
"No problem. How much money? I can definitely get it."
"Money is something I have as much of as I want."
Ayato shook his head and smiled. "What I want is just you."
"Ha?"
Dorothy was stunned, instinctively hugging her arms, her lips visibly trembling.
A-as expected... this club wasn't normal?
The man before her was simply a big pervert.
But if she didn't agree to him...
What about this Cursed Spirit?
Being taken over... she didn't want that no matter what.
Dorothy's eyes grew moist again.
Her thighs began to tremble uncontrollably...
"Actually, to be precise, I just want you to become my servant."
Afraid she might wet herself again, Ayato quickly explained.
But as for all this...
Dorothy didn't believe it. Trapped in her enormous panic, she didn't even hear Ayato's words.
"Calm down. Don't think about messy things. At least Shizuka is here."
Ayato's voice now contained a hint of soothing magic.
Indeed.
Dorothy calmed down.
Right. No wonder she felt someone looked familiar.
"So it's that alcoholic woman teacher."
Shizuka: "..."
Although I am indeed an alcoholic...
Is that polite?
Realizing her mistake, Dorothy quickly apologized. "S-sorry, Hiratsuka-sensei."
"Forget it."
Shizuka waved her hand, annoyed. "Just calm down."
Dorothy breathed a sigh of relief. She looked at Ayato with complex eyes.
It was all that man's fault for joking too much.
Thinking about what had just happened, she also noticed something was off.
After hesitating for a moment, Dorothy still asked, "What did you mean earlier when you said Shizuka-sensei was also a servant?"
"Literally."
Ayato said. "She is also my person."
"Or to be precise, she is my Devil servant."
"???"
Dorothy's face was full of question marks.
This person...
Was saying things she didn't understand again.