Everyone stepped into the Old School Building where the Occult Research Society was located. The cold night wind whistled in through the broken window frames, stirring the uneasy heartstrings of everyone present.
A row of women dressed in Black Robes knelt on the floor. They tightly grasped black Crosses, their bowed heads casting eerie shadows in the flickering candlelight... In the center of the school building lay an ancient stone coffin, shaped like a sarcophagus used during Jesus' baptism, emanating a chilling aura.
The Green-Haired President leaned lazily beside the stone coffin, her emerald eyes flashing with unrestrained excitement, her gaze slowly sweeping over everyone present like a venomous snake.
"Has... has someone died here?"
Yukinoshita Yukino asked tremblingly, staring fearfully at the faint, dark red stains on the floor.
She instinctively looked at Kanjuro, the man she once regarded as her savior, but who now filled her with unprecedented dread.
Aozaki Sakuya, the young woman from the magic family, analyzed calmly: "This is using the Yin Energy within women to nourish Dark Magical Power. Once the Yin Energy is completely drained, the host will slowly die in agony. These dead women died because their Yin Energy was drained too many times, leading to its complete loss."
She raised her head and looked directly at the President: "Am I right?"
The President clapped lightly and chuckled: "As expected of the successor of a magic family, your insight is exceptional."
Her gaze suddenly shifted to Kanjuro, a playful smile in her eyes: "It seems the guests Kanjuro invited this time are indeed extraordinary."
"Kanjuro! What exactly is going on?" Yukinoshita Yukino's voice was tearful; she couldn't comprehend any of this.
Misaka Mirei scrutinized Kanjuro warily: "This guy is handsome, but could he be involved in these murders? Did he deliberately lure us here?"
"I remember now," Yuigahama Yui tightly gripped Kanjuro's arm. "Master Kanjuro, you have a close relationship with Morimoto Reina. Please tell me, what is going on?"
Kanjuro slowly raised his head, his handsome face looking especially sinister in the flickering candlelight.
A savage grin curved his lips, and he exchanged a knowing look with the President.
The President lightly snapped her fingers, and the heavy iron door slammed shut.
The air was immediately filled with eerie chanting. The Female Believers recited the dark bible's incantations in unison.
The cold, sinister aura surged forward like a tide, making it hard to breathe.
"Why... can't I use my strength..."
Misaka Misuzu felt a tightness in her chest beneath her uniform, her legs turning weak.
Her milky-white breasts rose and fell violently with her rapid breathing, yet she could not muster even a shred of strength.
Fujimine Yukiko stumbled back, only to have her outer clothes torn away by Kanjuro.
He roughly picked her up and placed her on the cold stone coffin.
Yukiko's soft blonde hair spilled over the stone surface, her fine figure visible through the tattered clothing.
"One by one," the President said, enjoying the scene with delight.
"Of course," Kanjuro responded coldly, "I believe that among these top-tier beauties, there must be the one the President needs."
Fujimine Yukiko watched the approaching Kanjuro in terror, wanting to struggle but feeling completely powerless.
As a highly sought-after school beauty, she never imagined she would lose her virginity in such a manner.
"There's a Black Magic barrier here," Aozaki Sakuya knelt on the ground in pain, "A trap was set long ago, exploiting the inner weaknesses of each of us..."
The President smiled triumphantly: "This is all thanks to Kanjuro. He knows all too well how to exploit women's desires."
At this moment, veins bulged all over Kanjuro's body, and a scorching aura steamed from his robust frame.
His wheat-colored skin shimmered with an eerie luster under the candlelight, every muscle filled with dangerous power.
"No! Who on earth are you!" Yukiko struggled weakly, only to find herself experiencing a strange surge of excitement amidst her fear.
The dark charm radiating from Kanjuro made her unconsciously sink into it despite her resistance.
She had once admired the famous author Kudo Yusaku, but that was ultimately just a young girl's fantasy.
Facing this man filled with a dangerous aura now, she actually felt an unprecedented thrill within her fear.
"Want to resist?" Kanjuro sneered, "Your body is much more honest than your mouth."
Yukiko turned her face away in shame and anger, yet she could not deny her body's truest reaction.
When Kanjuro suddenly pulled away, she actually felt an indescribable sense of emptiness.
"Don't... don't stop..." she pleaded involuntarily.
Kanjuro laughed loudly, watching the Yin Energy rising from Yukiko like smoke and mist, eventually being absorbed by the dark bible on the table.
That ancient tome, its cover engraved with a black cross, burst with a piercing black light the moment it absorbed the Yin Energy.
The President watched Kanjuro with a complex expression: "The dark bible has recognized you, even though you are not its chosen host."
"Thank you for the opportunity, President."
Kanjuro responded politely, but his gaze grew increasingly dangerous.
He casually tossed the unconscious Yukiko onto the ground and turned to look at Eri Kisaki.
This Student Council secretary, known for her calm and wisdom, was currently forcing herself to stay composed as she backed away, but her trembling legs betrayed her inner fear.
Ten minutes later, Eri Kisaki also collapsed to the ground, losing consciousness.
Kanjuro's gaze continued to scan, finally settling on the silver-haired girl, Kasugano Miyu.
This girl, who would later give birth to Kasugano Sora, was only seventeen now, her petite body shivering slightly inside her oversized school uniform.
"Fine," she suddenly revealed a poignant smile, "getting intimate with such a handsome person doesn't seem so bad."
The surrounding women cast disdainful looks, but Miyu did not care.
She proactively walked toward Kanjuro, her long silver hair flowing like moonlight in the darkness.
Yukinoshita Yukino painfully closed her eyes, not understanding why she was feeling an inexplicable sense of jealousy.
Yuigahama Yui observed Kanjuro curiously, noticing that the aura around him was constantly strengthening.
"Honestly," Misaka Misuzu spat out, forcing herself to look calm, "did you trick us here just to do such filthy things?"
But her gaze unconsciously followed Kanjuro's robust figure, an unspeakable throb rising deep within her.
Beside the stone coffin, the President felt the power surging within the dark bible with satisfaction.
She lightly stroked the inverted cross on the cover of the ancient book, a hint of greed flashing in her emerald eyes.
This sacrifice, with desire as the bait, had only just begun.