Accidentally Charmed

Soul stood in front of Melissa's house, hiding behind a tall building. He'd been there for about half an hour, the time ticking away as he sacrificed the first lesson of the day. Soul could almost hear Professor Yuu's scolding in his head. He just hoped he wouldn't get another punishment for it.

"Soul?" Nia called out, a staff in hand. "You aren't in class?"

"Hmm? Where did you come from? Why are you here?" Soul asked.

"Professor Yuu asked me to bring his staff to a repair shop – wait, answer my question. What are you doing here?"

"Ssh, hide." He grabbed Nia by the shoulder and pushed her behind a tree. "Someone is coming."

Melissa's landlord, with a greasy face and a bald spot, glanced over his shoulder nervously. Then, he pulled a set of keys from his pocket, unlocked the door of the house, and slipped inside. Soul moved quickly and silently, following him to the window.

Peeking through the window, Soul saw the landlord licking his lips as he entered Melissa's room. The man picked up a pair of used panties and began sniffing them, his eyes rolling back in pleasure.

"Ah, crap. Disgusting!" Nia whispered. "What is he doing?"

"Hmm," Soul muttered, pulling out his dagger. He and Nia entered the house and closed the door with a loud thud. "Mr. Landlord," he called out in a monotone voice.

"W-who! Who's there!" the landlord stammered from the other room.

Soul stepped into the bedroom, wearing his blood mask and armor. "Me."

"Oh – shit! Shit!" The landlord's face turned pale. "Why… who – what!"

"I think I know how The Topple found my sister," Soul said, his voice flat and uninterested. "Working with him, huh? Or for him?"

"I-I swear, listen to me! He paid me to…"

"You were following me. You followed Melissa and Ruby to the boys' dormitory, too. You told The Topple where to find them." Soul shook his head. "Bad idea."

Nia's eyes glowed a deep shade of pink. She looked at the pervert with a gaze so intense it could crack a rock. As she took a step forward, the man kneeled down and moaned in pleasure. Nia took another step, and the man moaned again, climaxing twice in just five seconds.

She placed her shoe on the man's face, and he moaned again, climaxing.

"A pervert like you," Nia said, her voice dripping with seductive venom, "deserves more."

"I –" He climaxed again. "I can't stop – feels so good!"

"I know, right?" She pressed her shoe into his mouth. "Feels so good."

"Ugh, yeah! Yes! Keep going!"

Nia raised her index finger and then lowered it. As it went down, the man climaxed yet again. She repeated the motion, making the man climax continuously, twenty times without a break. Holding her finger up again, she brought it down one last time. The crotch of the man's pants was suddenly bloodied. He writhed in pain, unable to take any more.

"You deserve more," Nia whispered. "More. More."

"N-no!" he cried, tears streaming down his face. "Please stop! Please!"

"More." She raised her finger once more. "You deserve more."

When her finger came down, the man's body shook violently. He suffered a heart attack and went limp, blood soaking through his pants and pooling on the wooden floor.

Soul backed off, feeling the edges of Nia's charm affect him despite his resistance.

"Nia?"

"Hey, Soul." She turned toward him, her pants soaking wet, eyes still glowing pink. It was clear she was struggling to control Nierman's powers. "We should fuck."

"What?" Soul asked with a dull voice. "You can't control your powers right now. Nierman-blessed girls have these kind of proble –"

"Or I'll take another man into my bed. I don't want that." She walked toward him, each step making Soul's hormones surge. "Come on."

"There's a dead guy in the room. This isn't the time to…"

"Would you want me?" she asked, holding his arm tightly. "Tell me the truth."

Everything in the room disappeared. There was only Nia. "I would want y –"

Nia pressed him against the wall and kissed him. "That's enough for me," she murmured against his lips.

'This feels wrong.'

Soul moved quickly and changed positions with Nia, putting her against the wall. His boring eyes locked with hers, giving her no chance to escape. Nia's breath was ragged, and she was sweating profusely, her body reacting to the charm of her own magic, a common occurrence among Nierman-blessed people.

He leaned in close, his lips brushing against her ear. "If you asked me that when you were not charmed, in your normal condition, I would have accepted it in a heartbeat."

"I'm – normal, so normal," she said, her words barely coherent as she struggled to control her own desires. "I feel awesome."

"We will wait it out," he declared firmly. "I'm not going to touch you."

"Soul –"

"No."

'What a bother.'

He couldn't help but wonder how much control she truly had over her own actions, and he hoped that she would regain her senses soon.

"Then you're of no use to me!" She yelled in anger. "Idiot! I'll take you by force if it's –"

"Sorry if I don't get you with the first punch."

Soul punched Nia in the face, causing her to stumble backward. Seeing that she wasn't knocked out, he delivered another blow, this time causing her head to hit the wall behind her, rendering her unconscious. Soul caught Nia before she fell to the ground and gently placed her on Melissa's old bed.

He dragged the man's body into a corner and drained nearly all of his blood. Then, Soul directed the crimson streams into Nia's eyes, allowing her to absorb the blood, knowing it would aid in healing her injuries.

"Hmm… you are alive," he said, looking at the pervert.

"N- no mo… more."

At first, Soul thought of killing him right there and then, but he decided against it. Killing him in such a manner would lack significance.

He opened a small rift, from which emerged an uncanny figure. The creature's face was decayed, its fingers elongated and its neck stretched unnaturally long.

"Nalothar," the figure rasped.

"Sath ilthar val krith. Zorath krith nehar," Soul replied.

"As zorath, Nalothar."

The figure took the man's body, cradling it in its elongated arms, and vanished back into the rift before Soul closed it.

"Hmm…" He opened the wardrobe and pulled out a blanket, covering Nia's lower body with it. "Nierman-blessed people are scary…"

Soul went outside and sat on a bench nearby, looking up at the sky. He couldn't see a single cloud. Gum'n and its notorious weather were well-known. Even though it was sunny, it felt like it could rain or snow anytime, any second. People wore short shirts but carried their coats and jackets in one hand, just in case.

He noticed that Nia had left Professor Yuu's staff leaning near their hiding spot. He got up, picked up the staff, and sat back.

He leaned back on the bench, crossing his arms. 'I guess I'm waiting for her to wake up.'