HP: Spirit Talker

When Japanese people reach a certain age, it's as if they freeze, and their aging can be traced only by the slight wrinkles around their eyes, the more spare facial expressions, and the graying of their hair. Looking at the woman in front of me, I can give her a maximum of thirty years, plus maybe a few years, but no more.

When the door opened and I saw Masuzawa Nagisa, I realized that anime doesn't lie and that there are beauties in Japan. Wide open eyes, but with a specific cut, a small mouth with pink, moderately plump lips, the shape of the face — a perfect heart with a sharp chin and a neat nose.

Strange to say about an elite, but still a prostitute, but this was a woman I wouldn't mind living with. She didn't reek of the familiar lust or madness that abounded on the streets. The woman was dressed in a business suit with small stripes and a snow-white shirt.

She spoke in a calm voice, normal speech, no jargon. All in all, the perfect woman. And besides, she was very well-groomed and generously gifted by nature: clean skin, firm and silky, excellent figure, flexible, mature, skillful and experienced, sensual and responsive to caresses.

Spending time with such a partner — a great happiness and pleasure, especially if she has the skills of a masseuse, and quite relaxed. Later, lying in our arms, tired and satisfied, we were just talking and I heard her simple story. An ordinary, albeit beautiful girl, finished her studies, got a job and started working.

But, as it happened, the boss had his eye on her, and with the help of stupid blackmail he took another lover (in case anyone did not know, such bosses do what they want in the field, and they can do little). After half a year, Nagisa realized that she was pregnant and had already missed her due date.

She went to her fifty-seven year old boss lover with the question "what to do". Well, he made a decision: a small bank account, enough for four or five months of life, keep her job while she gives birth and recovers from childbirth, and, of course, transfer to another department.

Otherwise, he'll sic the company lawyers on her and she'll get nothing. He's the nice one. Others in similar cases stupidly kick out their mistresses, and they take home to the province, to villages and cities, wet handkerchiefs and a big belly.

This is the reality of the modern "democratic society". A woman works part-time in this way because quitting her job and sitting with a child is not an option, and a nanny-housekeeper is expensive and money is not enough.

Also, do not forget about their natural desires — in this way a woman can pick up a lover to taste, just leave a personal card to the favorite client. And at work, without exception, everything blows off, because faith in these "boring" and "respected" husbands are not.

I can honestly admit that the old method of "through the bed to the stage" works for me. I really felt sorry for Nagisa... and more. It turns out that she works for a company related to fashion, clothing and show business. So she also told me about what's going on in the companies — bodies of new idols (singers, bands, models). You know, when I lived in Ukraine, like any other compatriot, I heard a lot about the domestic show business.

Everyone sleeps with each other there, a voiceless blonde with a cool ass and tits can easily become a star if she spreads her legs properly. But here and there it was perceived differently: commercial relationships, bought and sold. Here, too, old, fat or skinny — no difference, perverts force teenagers, playing on the desires of adolescent maximalism, that is, fame, glory, cool clothes and trinkets. In Japan, the official age of consent is thirteen. Do you have any idea what goes on up there in penthouses and office headquarters? No?

I do now, Nagisa told me. I'm on fucking vacation! Good thing it was Friday and the woman was relatively free. Anyway, for relaxation and reassurance, I booked the next few days to go for walks together, have dinner/lunch somewhere, and just be in unexpectedly pleasant company. I found so much money from the beasts that I could entertain at those prices for one and a half or two years.

During the long conversation I "admitted" that I was a sorcerer, i.e. I was studying, but I could already do something, and if the girl wanted, I could curse the perpetrators. We also visited her house, and I took a moment to look at the girl, who has been in poor health since birth, and four-year-old Mika is always sick with something.

It's easy to exorcise a nasty parasitic spirit, but I did something different, and now the spirit will feed on the girl's strength for a few years until it dies out. By the time she's twelve or thirteen, all the effects will be gone, and Mika will have a heightened intuition that will probably be passed on to her children. And her health would improve steadily.

Nagisa herself was also examined in her sleep. I removed a number of minor jinxes, treated her kidneys and heart with seals — just enough seals to fix everything. And on Sunday night, when they had dinner at Nagisa's house, he gave Mika and her mother, who was more active than usual, protective amulets against evil in the form of a silver chain with a whistle plate.

And two dozen cursed peas — that's how many "good" people were involved in the fate of a lonely mother. I, having said goodbye to the woman I liked so much, decided to walk around the metropolis, to visit some addresses....

***

For the next day there were several fires in elite residential complexes, burned fourteen private houses and more than three dozen elite luxury cars.

Moreover, an organized investigation revealed that in a short period of time many influential people acquired a bouquet of ailments, diseases, and nine people — shareholders and CEOs of various media groups, had strokes that led to complete paralysis of rich and respected people.

 More than fifty people from the personal security and management services are missing. No powerful magic was detected, nor the action of magical races/beasts, so the magical world did not investigate this massive case.

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