Persona, I am the villain and I can do whatever I want

This couldn't be a confession...

"This is a return gift for the headphones you gave us last time."

Hearing the word "return gift", Sakura Futaba heaved a sigh of relief. She was so scared that she almost thought it was a gift of that nature.

When she was in junior high school, she had seen boys giving gifts to girls in order to pursue them, but this was the first time she received a gift from the opposite sex.

With her head lowered, Futaba reached out her hand tremblingly and took the gift box.

"Thank you."

"You're welcome. I should be the one apologizing to you."

Mitsui Tsubasa paused for a moment, and waited until Futaba calmed down before continuing.

"I was indeed a bit rash when I barged into your house when we first met. I have always believed that the result is more important than the process, but now it seems that I am still not mature enough and don't think more about others..."

"That's not the case!" Futaba interrupted him hastily, "If you hadn't broken in, I... might have been trapped in that door forever, and I wouldn't have been able to save my mother."

"Well...I...I will definitely try harder to navigate next time."

In Sakura Futaba's eyes, Mitsui Tsubasa saw the light of firm belief and trust.

【I am you...you are me...】

【Here, you will gain the bond of sublimation. 】

【Band is the so-called hand in hand to seek almighty power. 】

Lavenda sang softly, her voice was melodious and beautiful.

An illusory thin chain emerged from Sakura Futaba's heart, showing the same bright orange color as her hair, full of vitality.

The chain cautiously extended towards Mitsui Tsubasa, and as soon as it touched his arm, it trembled and shrank back as if shy.

After a while, it finally made up its mind and gently wrapped itself around his left hand, then twisted it gently a few times, as if confirming its position.

After a few seconds, the abnormality disappeared and Mitsui Tsubasa gave her a kind smile like an old father.

Futaba's community directly rose two levels. Isshiki Wakaba's influence is indeed extraordinary.

After looking at each other for a while, Sakura Futaba's shyness took over again and she quickly hid back in the room.

"You did a good job. I seem to have heard a word that fits you very well..."

Wu Jianmiao's voice sounded faintly from behind her. She pretended to recall it for a moment before continuing, "The arsonist of the heart..."

Mitsui Tsubasa slowly turned around, wondering how long Takemiya had been standing there watching.

When I turned around, I saw a look of disgust on her face.

"She's only 14. I advise you to be kind."

"But I'm only 16 years old!" Mitsui Tsubasa responded righteously. The noble minor is fearless!

Wu Jianmiao was stunned for a moment, and then realized that after being with him for so long, she almost forgot that he was just a high school student.

Thinking about her own age, Wu Jian Miao's feminine instinct was activated, "Yes, I'm old, I'm so sorry!"

After saying that, she walked past Mitsui Tsubasa angrily.

Mitsui Yi hurriedly tried to stop him: "Wait a minute, Doctor Takemi, this is a gift for you."

"I have it too?"

Wu Jian Miao turned around and looked at the two transparent plastic boxes handed over by Mitsui Yi in surprise. Inside were two small and cute mini cacti.

She took the box hesitantly, her dissatisfaction slightly alleviated by the small gift.

"You have good taste. Cactus is a very tenacious plant, perfect for office workers who forget to water it when they get busy. But why do I have a return gift too?"

"It's not a return gift." Mitsui Tsubasa shook his head and pretended to be affectionate while staring at Takemiya, "It's a confession!"

"Eh?!"

Wu Jianmiao's whole body froze for a moment, and a look of confusion and helplessness appeared in her beautiful eyes.

The cactus in her hand suddenly seemed to be covered with thorns, which pricked her heart and made her tremble.

This subtle atmosphere lasted for more than ten seconds, and then Wu Jianmiao quickly adjusted himself.

"Glib tongue!"

She said this "viciously" and quickly fled into Sakura Futaba's room.

While closing the door, she added in a dissembling way: "I need to check Futaba's body. You have nothing to do here. Leave quickly."

Hearing Takemiya's unnatural tone, Mitsui Tsubasa couldn't help but laugh out loud.

Miaomiao’s level in the field of love is really too low, and her thoughts are really easy to understand.

Just wait, neither of you can escape from my grasp!

Since Futaba has Takemiya with her, he doesn't have to worry.

It’s better to go to the impression space quickly and test the effect of the new skill.

After returning to his residence, he went directly into the impression space.

After thinking for a moment in the elevator, he decided to plant the seeds of desire in the teachers first and complete the cognitive modification of the entire school.

The first target is the homeroom teacher, Manami Yamashiro.

Chapter 111 Desire Demon

The road to ideological deprivation.

Mitsui Tsubasa was driving an electric car in the tunnel, with black flames surrounding the car body, like a messenger from the abyss.

In his hand, he wielded a several-meter-long Purgatory Whip. As he swung it, the flames snaked like dragons and snakes, mercilessly beating down the shadows that couldn't dodge in time.

Amid the roar of flames, the monsters' wails rose one after another. They had nowhere to escape in this narrow tunnel and could only turn to ashes in despair.

Mitsui Tsubasa's heroic laughter echoed in the tunnel, and he felt more comfortable and powerful than ever before.

These shadows that once frightened him were now nothing more than lambs to be slaughtered in his eyes, and stepping stones for him to increase his strength.

After clearing the shadows in the area, he parked the car and walked towards the homeroom teacher's room at a leisurely pace.

The door slowly opened, and Shadow Yamashiro Manami's delicate face came into view. She came forward, her eyes under her makeup showing a hint of inquiry and vigilance.

"Mitsui-san, you're here again. What do you want from the teacher this time?"

Mitsui Tsubasa admired her fashionable outfit and responded politely:

"Teacher, I want to show you something."

He slowly stretched out his right hand, the flame of his heart leaping in his palm. The color of the flame was deeper than the night, as if it swallowed up all the light.

This flame was different from usual ones, it did not have that violent aura, but instead exuded an enchanting beauty.

The flames danced, and invisible ripples distorted the surrounding space.

Shadow Yamashiro Manami stared at the flame and her body trembled involuntarily.

Her willow-shaped eyebrows were tightly knitted together, and a very strange expression appeared on her face, as if she was afraid, but also as if she was a little eager.

"This...what is this?" A trembling voice came out of her throat, and if you listened carefully you could hear the sound of her teeth chattering.

"This is the Desire Demon Seed." Mitsui Tsubasa's voice was low and full of temptation. "It will..."

Halfway through his words, he suddenly realized that he couldn't explain the specific effect of this skill.

As he hesitated, his consciousness gradually merged with the flame, as if he had established some kind of mysterious connection with it.

With a thought in his mind, he recalled the cognitive modification he had originally set.

"First, Mitsui Tsubasa is a good student and studies hard every day."

"Second, ignore any unusual behavior from Mitsui Tsubasa."

As the flames of the heart continued to consume, these two cognitions slowly merged into the demon species.

Mitsui Tsubasa suddenly realized that this was the effect of the magic seed.

It can implant the desired cognition in others and spread like a virus in the interactions between people.

Great! This is indeed group cognition modification!

After the infusion of cognition, the outer layer of the flame condensed into a transparent shell, turning into a pitch-black bead that occasionally glowed with fire.

But that's not enough!

Just two cognitive modifications could no longer satisfy him.

Mitsui Tsubasa thought seriously for a moment and tried to add new cognitive rules.

"Third, completely obey any instructions from Mitsui Tsubasa!"

With the infusion of this overbearing cognition, the outer shell of the demon species instantly softened and collapsed, and the surging flames of the heart violently infused into it.

Mitsui Tsubasa's expression gradually changed from fanaticism to astonishment, and the demon seed devoured the flames in his heart like a bottomless pit.

After barely maintaining it for a few seconds, he hurriedly stopped the input, the demon seed lost its energy, and exploded with a "bang".

The first attempt ended in failure.

It seems that this cognitive instruction is too exaggerated and cannot be implemented at present.

Mitsui Tsubasa felt sad. He was still too weak. He was not strong enough to start a party casually...

Next, he adjusted the instructions to "Try your best to obey Mitsui Tsubasa's reasonable instructions."

This time, it succeeded by consuming a small amount of Heart Flame.

The newly born desire demon species grew slightly larger and looked about the size of a peanut.

He raised his head and looked at the homeroom teacher who had been staring at the demon in fascination since just now.

She didn't even blink, and there was a suspicious trace of water at the corner of her mouth, making her look inexplicably silly.

The Desire Demon Seed seemed to have a great appeal to Shadow, and he remembered this silently.

Then, Mitsui Tsubasa raised his right hand and pressed the demon seed against her chest.

Shadow Yamashiro Manami trembled a little, as if she wanted to dodge, but finally she stood still, watching the demon approaching her with a complicated expression.

When it was still more than ten centimeters away from her body, the demon of desire flew up on its own, directly penetrating her clothes and entering her heart.

Mitsui Yi paused, and suddenly felt a little unwilling. So he gritted his teeth, continued to reach out, and felt the broad mind of the head teacher.

To be honest, the feel is not as good as I imagined. It feels icy and cold, like squeezing latex.

Yamashiro Manami shuddered when he pinched her, but her expression was still dull, as if she was still accepting the transformation of the demon.

Mitsui Yi waited patiently for a while, until she gradually regained consciousness, he breathed a sigh of relief. He was really afraid that the head teacher would continue to fall into that state of unconsciousness, and then his experiment would fail.

After the transformation was successful, there was a hint of respect in Yamashiro Manami's eyes when she looked at him.

Mitsui Tsubasa held his chin with his right hand and tried to give an order:

"Teacher, from now on you have to call me Mitsui Tsubasa-sama. Do you understand?"

"Three, Mitsui Tong...Mitsui Tsubasa-sama..."

Manami Yamashiro spoke hesitantly and her voice was intermittent, but fortunately she still obeyed the instructions.

To test her limits, Mitsui Tsubasa tried to touch her again.

"Ah!" Yamashiro Manami screamed, quickly took a half step back, and hugged her arms across her chest, "Don't do this, Mitsui... Master Tsubasa, we are teacher and student, this is not allowed!"

Mitsui Tsubasa didn't care about her reaction, but instead pinched his fingers and thought.

The class teacher's level of obedience has obviously increased. He thinks that if he is a little tougher, such instructions may become a daily routine. But he doesn't know to what extent the infected students will be able to comply.

If only Niijima could be so obedient...

After thinking about it for a while, he came to his senses and saw that his head teacher was still trapped in some kind of fantasy.

She clamped her legs together, her face flushed, her eyes blank, as if she was immersed in an indescribable fantasy.

His eyes lingered on her face for a while, and Mitsui Tsubasa sighed in disappointment.