Reincarnated with the Mind Control Powers in Another World.

Inside the academy's storeroom...

"Fucking hell, this isn't the power crystal either. Where the fuck is it?" The frustrated worker muttered to himself, his voice laced with irritation and determination.

Swish

A sudden rush of air swept through the room as the main door swung open, creating a sense of anticipation and mystery.

The worker's senses tingled, sensing something amiss at the far end of the storeroom. His instincts urged him to investigate.

"Is someone there?" he called out, his gaze fixed on the darkened corner, his voice filled with a mix of curiosity and caution.

The room remained shrouded in darkness, heightening the tension in the air.

"I must be losing my mind. How could someone be in this room? It was just opened today after years of neglect," the worker reasoned, shaking off his unease and resuming his search for the crystal. His determination burned brightly, refusing to be quelled by the mysterious atmosphere.

Sob-Sob

But then, a faint sound of sobbing echoed from the depths of the room, causing a shiver to run down the worker's spine. The sobbing was filled with sorrow and longing, tugging at his heartstrings.

"Hmm...?" The worker turned his attention to the source of the sound, his curiosity piqued. There was a glimmer of empathy in his eyes, as he felt a connection to the unseen weeper.

"I ask again, who's there?" he demanded, cautiously advancing toward the sobbing. His voice had a touch of both authority and concern, his bravery shining through the uncertainty.

Sob-Sob

"I'm trapped inside this mirror. Can you remove the cloth covering it?" a sweet voice pleaded, captivating the worker's every thought. There was a vulnerability to her voice, like a fragile bird trapped in a cage.

"A-Are you a ghost?" fear crept into the worker's voice as he realized the voice had no discernible origin. His mind raced with thoughts of the supernatural, unsure of what lay hidden within the shadows.

"No, sir. I'm just a beautiful girl trapped within this mirror. Can you help me?" The girl's voice carried an irresistible sweetness, dissolving the worker's lingering apprehension. He felt an unexplainable urge to assist her, to be her savior.

"Yes, I will help you," the worker replied, succumbing to the enchantment and uncovering the mirror. As he peeled away the cloth, a soft glow emanated from within, casting an ethereal light across the room.

As the cloth was lifted, an ethereal beauty emerged from within—a woman with captivating blue eyes, flowing blue hair, and a flawless figure, completely nude. Her radiant presence filled the room, and for a moment, time stood still.

"Hello, mister," she greeted, waving her hand at the worker, her voice like a melodious symphony that resonated deep within his soul. Her confidence was palpable, a testament to her allure and mysterious power.

Entranced, he returned the gesture, lost in her bewitching presence. His eyes traced the contours of her body, appreciating her every curve, but his gaze held a glimmer of respect, recognizing her as more than just a mere object of desire.

"What's your name?" the girl inquired, her voice like honey, sweetening the air around them. Her curiosity matched his own, their connection growing stronger with each passing moment.

Bob tore his gaze away from her naked form for a moment, regaining his composure. "I'm Bob," he managed to say, his voice a touch breathless, but filled with a newfound sense of purpose.

"Oh, Mister Bob, that's a fine name. I am Vespera," she introduced herself, her name rolling off her tongue with an enchanting grace.

"Mister Bob, can you help me escape this confinement?" Vespera implored, her voice tinged with a plea for liberation. Her captivating eyes held a mixture of desire and vulnerability, forging an unbreakable bond between them.

Beneath the spell of her words, Bob's mind blurred, consumed by desire and fantasies that drowned out his rational thoughts. He imagined the possibilities, the intoxicating power that lay within his grasp.

"Can i do anything to you ?" Bob asked.

"Yes, anything. You can dominate me like a cheap whore, treat me as a mere vessel of pleasure, and I shall be your devoted slave for life," Vespera whispered, adopting seductive poses that ignited a primal fire within Bob's core.

Overwhelmed by lust and temptation, Bob feverishly scoured the storeroom, his eyes darting from object to object, searching for a means to break the mirror and set Vespera free.

Finally, amidst the chaos of his desire, his eyes fell upon a sturdy wooden chair, an instrument of liberation. Determined, he seized it and hurled it toward the mirror.

Dumm

The chair collided with the glass, but to Bob's dismay, it failed to make a dent. Frustration clawed at him, threatening to erode his resolve.

Confounded, he questioned the strength of his efforts, but before his thoughts could regain clarity, Vespera bent down, her fingers parting her glistening pussy lips, showcasing her enticing form, and spoke in a playful tone.

"Don't you desire this, Mister Bob?"

"Y-Yes, I want it," Bob answered, his voice laced with longing, his mind clouded by insatiable cravings.

"Then release me," Vespera purred, swaying her hips seductively.

"Yes, I will release you. Just wait," he vowed, his determination reignited. His gaze wandered around the storeroom, searching for something sturdier, something that could shatter the mirror's hold on Vespera.

Minutes stretched into an eternity as Bob's frantic search led him to a forgotten metal rod, hidden in a corner. With newfound determination, he grasped the rod and assaulted the mirror with unyielding blows.

With each strike, the mirror cracked, and a surge of anticipation coursed through Bob's veins. The barrier between them weakened, fueling his desire to claim what he believed was rightfully his.

"Yes, yes, break!" he shouted, pouring his very essence into the final blow.

Krrrr

In a cacophony of shattered glass, the mirror collapsed, releasing Vespera from her ethereal prison. The fragments fell to the ground, a testament to Bob's liberation and the birth of a profound connection.

But as the mirror shattered, Kale and Seti burst into the room, their arrival signaling an unforeseen interruption.

"Nooooooo..." Kale's cry of despair echoed through the chamber, shattering the intoxicating spell that had ensnared Bob.

Reality crashed down upon him.