"Adam! You trash! What the hell is wrong with you?! Do you want to hit you again for bothering ?!"
Angeline’s shrill shout shattered the silence of the hallway. Her pretty face was flushed with a mix of anger and confusion. I observed her carefully, like a scientist watching his experint.
Suddenly, Angeline’s expression shifted slightly. Her tongue inadvertently licked her wet lips, and her eyes blinked rapidly.
"My mouth feels weird," she mumbled to herself, her angry expression slightly masked by bewildernt.
"Salty... and a strange, slightly sweet taste." She also felt a dull ache in her throat, her jaw, and her tongue, as if the muscles had been working hard non-stop.
But the most disturbing sensation was a sudden heat spreading from within her body, gathering in her crotch until it felt damp and uncomfortable. Her cheeks, already red with anger, now burned even hotter with unbearable embarrassnt.
"N-Next ti, don’t bother this late at night again, or... or I’ll beat you up like last ti!" she threatened, but her voice sounded shaky and unconvincing.
Before I could even respond, with a quick movent filled with sha and frustration, she pushed aside slightly and slamd her bedroom door shut with a loud BANG!
I stood still for a mont in front of the closed door, hearing the lock turn from the inside. My mind imdiately went to work analyzing her reaction.
First, her reaction after the Mind Control wore off clearly showed she had forgotten my words, just as I’d commanded. If she rembered and "don’t move," plus the fact that she’d obeyed, her anger when the control ended would have been far more explosive, followed by punches or kicks aid at .
Second, and this was interesting, the specific command I’d given while she was unconscious—not to yell at after Mind Control ended—had not held. She’d yelled at the mont the effect vanished.
Was it because I specifically told her to forget all my commands? If she forgot them, of course she wouldn’t obey them. But even when I made her conscious, before I told her to forget my words, she had also yelled at imdiately.
Hmm... So, perhaps commands ant to have a lasting effect beyond the skill’s duration are impossible? This part still requires further testing.
Overall, however, I was extrely satisfied. This skill was incredibly powerful. In just 10 minutes, there were no limits to what I could command. The ti was short, but it was enough for many things.
Feeling pleased, I turned and walked away from her door.
anwhile, behind the locked door, Angeline listened to the sound of Adam’s footsteps slowly fading away. She pressed her ear to the door, making sure he was gone. Once sure, she grumbled, "Damn bastard... asshole..."
With an agitated motion, her hand went to her crotch, which still felt hot and damp. An strange, irresistible urge made her fingers, without a second thought, slip into her panties and slide two fingers into her already wet pussy.
"Ah...! Fuck, why am I so horny...?" she groaned, both surprised and ashad of her own body. Her breath ca in gasps.
With a suppressed groan, Angeline began moving her fingers quickly and rhythmically, trying to quell the fiery heat raging in her body, all while cursing Adam’s na in her mind.
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A shadow—a man with brownish-blond hair almost as tall as —moved too fast for to avoid. A powerful, hard punch slamd into my chest with imnse force.
"Hngh—!"
My body was thrown backward, hitting the classroom wall with a deafening thud. Sharp pain spread from my chest, followed by a warm, tallic taste in my throat. I vomited blood onto the floor, gasping and wheezing as I tried to find oxygen that seed to have vanished. Every breath was torture; a few of my ribs were definitely broken.
As my vision swam, a pretty, pink-haired girl approached. She knelt beside , her face showing a fake expression full of concern. Her soft hands held my blood-stained one.
"Oh, you must be in so much pain," she whispered, her voice like a gentle bell. "Don’t worry, I’ll help you."
But my eyes, filled with panic and pain, caught it—a faint, cold, mocking smile that flickered across her lips. Then, a warm, almost painfully bright golden light climbed from her hands, enveloping my body.
It felt like being dipped into a spring of life; the broken bones shifted and snapped back into place with faint cracking sounds, the tallic taste in my mouth disappeared, and my breathing eased. I lay gasping on the floor, my body whole again but my soul still trembling.
However, before I could even get up or even think, the blond-haired man was standing over again. With a swift, contemptuous movent, he swung his foot. The hard tip of his shoe connected squarely with my mouth.
Crack!
Unspeakable pain! My teeth shattered, the taste of tal flooded my tongue. My head snapped back again, hitting the wall. Stars spun in my vision, and this ti, the enticing darkness ca quickly, promising an escape from this hell. Please... just let ... pass out...
But the pink-haired girl was an executioner too kind to allow it. Once more, her manipulative golden light touched , washing away the pain, forcing back into brutal reality. New teeth grew with a disgusting, tickling sensation, and my shattered skull knitted itself back together.
"Pathetic," she taunted, her sweet voice now sounding like poison. "Just imagine if there wasn’t a great healer like here. You’d be dead like a dog by now."
The attacker, snorted in annoyance. He lifted his foot and wiped the tip of his now blood-stained boot on my clothes. "Worthless trash. You dirtied my new shoes."
From the shadows behind the man, a black-haired guy with a relaxed posture leaned against the wall.
"Aren’t you getting bored with this ga, Max?" he said, his voice flat.
Maximus sneered, his eyes not leaving my trembling form on the floor. "Bored? Never. As a good classmate, I must always be enthusiastic about teaching our friend here to know his place."
The black-haired man just chuckled softly, his voice resonating with a terrible note of agreent.
Then, my attention was drawn to a darker corner of the room. A woman sat on a table, her slender legs dangling casually. Her hair was short and ssy, snow-white, covering part of her forehead and one of her eyes. The one visible eye, milky white without a pupil, seed to stare vacantly in my direction, yet I could feel its weight piercing my soul. She didn’t need to say a word to declare who held the power here.
"I’m so bored," the white-haired woman said suddenly, her voice flat, cold, and seemingly coming from a void.
Another woman with straight black hair standing beside her, like a faithful attendant, nodded slowly. "I feel the sa."
My heart seed to stop beating. In that single glance, my most primal instinct scread in recognition of who she was. A curse froze in my heart, filled with a deep, profound fear.
Yukie Iceblood.
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