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The curse was a Special Grade.
That was very much apparent as Nanami was tossed through two walls of solid concrete.
Coughing up blood, the man shoved off the debris from the walls and got to his feet.
The normal approach would not work here.
He needed to go into overtime, which was a few minutes away.
Stalling for time by making the curse chase him through the dilapidated old factory, Nanami waited until he minute hand ticked past twelve.
When the hour finally came he felt cursed energy course through him.
It was time.
Using an old boiler as a launch pad the man jumped up high into the air just as the curse lunged. It missed, but he didn’t. His leap had made him reach the ceiling.
Turning mid air, he landed on the roof and pushed himself down with all his strength. This catapulted him down faster than the curse expected and as such was too surprised to move. It raised a claw and the shaman saw it preparing some sort of cursed energy in preparation to attack.
He didn’t give it a chance to attack.
Powering through it’s claws he felt cursed energy dissipated around him as he swung his sword down.
The curse’s head went flying off and landed several meters away as it body collapsed and began to fade away.
The sorcerer landed on the ground and flicked the blood from his blade.
Sighing in relief at seeing the curse exorcised he took a moment to catch his breath and sheath his sword.
‘Finally.’
Nanami was just about to turn to leave when the world began to spin.
Holding onto a nearby wall the blond waited a second as his vision swam. He could feel alien power seep into him.
The curse’s final attack?
Bracing himself a moment the sorcerer held his breath and waited for the consequences.
He waited and waited.
But nothing seemed to happen. He didn’t receive damage or drop dead.
But he could still feel the oily vestiges of cursed energy settling inside him.
‘My body will filter out the foreign power by itself.’ He thought. ‘But I’d better go see Shoko-san just in case.’
Outside the barrier went down and Nanami saw the administrator assistant waiting for him.
It was new girl with short black hair and brown eyes who had just recently joined. The girl smiled as she saw Nanami approach.
“Welcome back, Nanami-san.” The girl said as she opened the car door for him. “Do you require medical assistance?”
“That won’t be necessary. Injury very mild. Let’s just head back to Jujutsu Tech to give my brief.”
‘I’d like to get into your briefs.’
Nanami froze as he was in the process of getting into his seat.
“Excuse me?”
The girl blinked in confusion.
“I didn’t say anything, Nanami-san.”
Kento stared at her for a few minutes but then shook his head before getting in.
He must have imagined it what with being tired and bruised from his recent fight.
The ride back was quiet. Nanami was preoccupied with his own thoughts, but his driver kept mumbling to herself.
‘Right across Shinoba street then take route 345. There’s that new shop that opened there that Kugisaki and I had been planning to visit. And then there’s-’
Kento tuned her out as the scenery passed by.
When they finally got to Tokyo Tech the mumbling had puttered down.
When he got out the man nodded in thanks and headed inside.
‘Yum, what a view.’
Kento stopped and turned just in time to see the girl look away from where she had obviously been checking him out. Before he could say anything the administrator had got back into the car and driven off.
No, Nanami was not imagining things, he must have lost his mind.
‘I should buy that cute bolero I saw.’
Or more accurately he was reading minds.
‘Nah, not just the bolero. I’ll go on a shopping spree. I deserve a treat after the crappy week I’ve had.’
Kugisaki’s lips did not move but Kento had heard her loud and clear.
‘I’ll just take Yuuji with me to act as pack mule.’ The girl looked up as though suddenly noticing Nanami.
“Hi, Nanami-san.” She greeted as she then pulled out her phone and kept walking down the opposite end of the hall without looking up.
Nanami stood motionless in place.
Then he sighed.
‘So the curse did do something to me.’ He thought.
Out of all the things he had expected being given telepathic powers had not been one of them.
But perhaps it was a fluke?
Maybe this was a temporary thing?
Resuming his course Nanami soon came across Ijichi who was carrying some files and looking harried.
In the silence Nanami heard a slight tin before the man’s thoughts began to batter against his own mind.
‘Oh, I have to fill these out, then file them then find the resources.’ The man frowned. ‘Why did Gojo-san have to dump his work on me again?!’
So distracted was the man that he did not notice Nanami and walked right into him dropping all his paperwork.
Ijichi yelped and jumped back before bowing.
“I’m so sorry, Nanami-san.” The man tittered. “I wasn’t looking where I was going.”
Nanami sighed and bent down to help collect his papers.
“It’s quite alright, Ijichi.” He said. “Also, you should not being doing Gojo-san’s work for him. Let him deal with his own files.”
The thin male smiled and hurriedly began to collect the papers.
‘Oh, this is so embarrassing. I’m so clumsy. To bump into Nanami-san like this. He’s so nice. Always protecting me from Gojo-senpai’s bullying. He’s also so smart, knowing this is Gojo’s fault.’
As Nanami handed Ijichi the last of the files the assistant smiled and bowed again before excusing himself.
As the man walked past Nanami the blond picked up a final thought from the administrator.
‘Nanami-san would make a nice husband.’
“So you’re saying the curse hit you with something before it died and now you think you have telepathy?”
Shoko leaned back in her chair, a contemplative look on her face. Her lips were puckered and she had an unlit cigarette in her hands which she was twirling between her fingers.
“Alright, I’ll bite. What am I thinking about right now?” She looked at her former kohai with an amused smile.
Nanami looked at the doctor from his seat and frowned.
“You really do that to the oral thermometer whenever Naoya comes around for his check up?”
The doctor stopped twirling her cigarette and went still.
“Ok, your really do have mind reading abilities.” She said. “Obvious privacy issues aside, that’s got to be useful.” She placed her cigarette between her lips and lit it before pulling out her pack and offering one to Kento.
Nanami scoffed and accepted one before he lit it too.
“Not as useful as you think.” He said as he took a drag. “It’s mostly annoying. I have no wish to listen to other people’s prattling thoughts...They are loud.”
“Hmm. Well, let’s look you over then shall we?”
Placing her cigarette on the ashtray she rolled her chair closer and lifted her hands. A quick scan told her everything she needed to know.
“There is a foreign energy inside you. It doesn’t feel permanent. Your body is already filtering it out, but it might be a couple of days or a week. I can’t feel any other adverse effects. How do you feel?”
“I feel fine. Just tired.”
She hummed as she poured RCT into the already existing bruises the blond had garnered from his mission.
Kento sighed in relief as the stiffness left his body.
“Well, I did what I could for your physical injuries but there is nothing I can do for the telepathy. It will eventually go away on its own.”
Nanami nodded and put out the last of his cigarette before rising to leave.
“Understood. Thank you, Shoko-san.” He said. “I will not trouble you any further...As for the thermometer and Naoya, I will keep it to myself.”
The doctor smiled as she lit another cigarette.
“Glad we understand each other.”
“Good morning, Nanami-san.”
Kento had been sitting in the teacher’s break room. It was early in the day and the place was usually empty during this time.
He had been reading a paper when he heard the door open and footsteps walk in.
Lifting his head the man’s eyes met those of Higuruma’s.
The lawyer was a new addition to Tokyo Tech. Manifesting his powers very late the man was still finding his feet in the world of exorcism and the two had found kindred spirits in one another.
Nanami greeted the man who smiled in return before turning back to his paper…
...And promptly saw himself kneeling between Higuruma’s open knees with his head bobbing between the man’s legs.
Kento turned his head and saw Higuruma pouring a cup of coffee for himself, his back to Kento but his thoughts most definitely not.
Careful not show any outward emotions, Kento tried to get back to reading but the images assaulting him from the lawyer’s brain made concentrating difficult.
After a second fantasy of Kento tied up and gagged he decided to head to the gym.
“How about you just let it go and go home.”
“I just want to have a little chat with your sensei.”
“No, you just want to start shit, Toji. I know you.”
Nanami had been working out alone in the gym when the two males walked in.
A tall fit male with dark hair, green eyes, and a scar down his lips walked in and looked around seemingly in search of someone or something. Behind the man entered Fushiguro-kun.
Nanami recognized Megumi’s father.
‘Nice tits.’
It took all of Nanami’s discipline not to falter as he continued to work out on the machine.
Megumi was berating his dad for coming here to the school to start a fight with Gojo but Kento could see that the male had tuned his son out and was surreptitiously watching Nanami from the corner of his eye.
The sorcerer tried to ignore the male but it seemed that Toji was in no hurry to leave despite Megumi’s insistence.
And it seemed that the man had a lot to say about Kento; from appreciating his pecs, to his arms and his back.
‘Shui did say he wouldn’t mind an occasional third.’
Toji pulled out his phone and leaned against the lax machine appearing innocent which made Megumi even more irritated to see his dad barely paying him any mind.
Nanami was glad that he had his back to the males because the images that assaulted him from the older Fushiguro were downright obscene.
In the former Zenin’s mind Nanami saw himself laying in a bed, naked and tied up eagle spread. Toji equally naked fucking the valley of his breasts, his large cock slipping between the mounds of his tits and dribbling pre-cum before painting Kento’s face white.
Then the scene shifted. He himself on his knees. Toji and some third unknown male with a thin mustache standing over him, their rigid cocks hard as Kento jacked off both men and then they came all over his face.
Him on all fours with Toji taking him from behind; The man’s thrusting away with animalistic fervor before pulling out and cumming all over Kento’s back.
Reaching for his towel, Kento stood up and began to make his way out.
From Toji’s mind he got a POV perspective of his own ass walk away.
By the fifthteenth sex fantasy Nanami was seriously considering investing in a chastity belt.
It seemed that there wasn’t a single person in Tokyo Tech that hadn’t had a fantasy revolving Kento in bed.
From Ino-kun to Kusakabe to Usami to Naoya to Okkotu and even Yuuji-kun’s uncle (Nanami did not want to become acquainted with the special grade whips collection in the man’s wardrobe).
Kento had had enough and decided to leave.
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“I’m taking the week off.” He told Shoko as he had her give him a final checkup. “I’m not feeling well. If I have to hear one more version of how people want to fuck me I think I’ll scream.”
The doctor gave him an amused look.
“Well at least now we know why the movie ‘What Women Want’ wasn’t told from a woman’s point of view.” She quiped. “It would have been just 127 minutes of men being degenerates.”
Nanami scoffed.
“Put me down for sick leave, please. I’ve had had enough. I’ll come back when I’m back to normal.”
“Is Nanamin sick?”
Turning, the two found Gojo Satoru standing in the doorway observing Nanami with a concerned look.
Kento sighed and braced himself.
After the day he had had he prepared himself for whatever degenerate nonsense the man’s brain would conjure.
He heard the tell-tale tin of the telepathy activating and then…
Found himself laying in bed, fully dressed, and with a concerned and dotting Gojo nursing him.
Nanami blinked.
He held his breath and waited for the scene to take a sexual turn, but none come.
The image continued with him being helped to sit up and Gojo seated next to him spooning him soup.
And Gojo was still standing there looking at him with worry.
“Why don’t I escort you home, Nanami?” Gojo offered.
Kento stood up.
“That won’t be necessary, Gojo-san.” He said. “But thank you.”
Shoko was staring at him with her brow farrowed in worry.
“Call me if anything changes, ok?”
The blond nodded then moved to leave.
But halting at the door he turned to Gojo.
“Gojo-san, I feel unwell for the moment. But afterwards if you are free, would you be interested in having lunch together?”
THE END