The class is about to start, and the professor walks in. Liam glances at Islyl, who is still lying with his head on the desk. The professor begins to speak, but Liam can't concentrate. He's too worried about Islyl and the marks on his arm. He keeps stealing glances at Islyl, trying to figure out what to do.
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Max and Kira rush into the classroom, their backpacks slung over their shoulders. They quickly make their way to the only empty spots, trying to be as quiet as possible. They're both panting slightly, as if they had been running to get to class on time.
Max and Kira take their seats next to Liam and Islyl, trying to catch their breath. They look at Liam and Islyl, noticing that Islyl is still lying with his head on the desk. Max raises an eyebrow and whispers to Liam,
"What's going on with him?"
Liam leans in closer to Max and Kira, keeping his voice low so that Islyl won't hear.
"I don't know, he's been acting strange all morning. And look at his arm..."
He gestures towards Islyl's arm, which is still exposed and showing the marks from the dean.
Max and Kira look at Islyl's arm, their eyes widening in shock.
Kira: "What the hell is that? Where did he get those marks?"
Max glances at Liam and then at Islyl, his expression serious.
Max says, "Look, I know it's hard but you should just leave it alone. Maybe he was punished by his family, and he doesn't want to talk about it. We don't want to pry into his personal life. You are always too nosy, Liam"
Max's comment about family matters makes Liam pause.
Liam: "I don't know... something doesn't feel right about this."
Kira nods in agreement with Max, but Liam still looks hesitant. He wants to know what's going on with Islyl, but he also doesn't want to push him too hard.
Liam: "I know, but I just have this feeling that there's more to it than that. I've never seen marks like those before. They look like they were made by something... unnatural."
Max and Kira exchange a worried look. They can see that Liam is genuinely concerned.
Kira: "Maybe we should just talk to him about it later, when we get to know him better. It's only been one weekend."
Suddenly, Ms. Omar's shout interrupts their conversation, and the three of them jump in surprise. They quickly fall silent, looking guilty and embarrassed.
The teacher, without glancing at Islyl, uses her powers to zap him awake. Islyl jolts awake, his eyes wide with shock, and he falls out of his chair, landing on the floor with a thud.
The class erupts into laughter and whispers, all eyes on Islyl as he lies on the floor, looking dazed and confused. Max, Kira, and Liam exchange concerned glances, unsure of what to do next.
Ms. Omar calls Islyl to the front of the class, her expression stern. She addresses him in a firm voice.
"Islyl, I'm disappointed in your behavior today. Not only did you sleep through my class, but you also disrupted the rest of the class. As punishment, I want you to demonstrate what we learned today."
Ms Omar smiles, and instructs Islyl to create a sphere using what she taught today.
"Islyl, I want you to use your telekinesis to create a perfect sphere. Focus on the energy within you, and let it guide your actions. Remember, precision and control are key when using this type of magic"
Ms. Omar watches closely as Islyl stands at the front of the class, his face a mixture of nervousness and determination. The rest of the class snickers and whispers among themselves, clearly doubting Islyl's abilities after seeing him sleeping in class.
Islyl looks up and catches Max's smirk. He feels a pang of frustration and embarrassment, but he tries to ignore it and focus on the task at hand. He closes his eyes, takes a deep breath, and tries to channel his magic into creating the sphere.
Islyl's eyes remain closed as he concentrates on the sphere. The class falls silent, watching with bated breath to see if he can succeed. Suddenly, a small, glowing orb begins to form in front of him, slowly taking shape.
The orb grows in size, and as it does, its color changes from a soft white to a fiery red, like molten lava. The class gasps in surprise, their doubts momentarily forgotten as they watch the orb with fascination.
The orb grows in size, and as it does, its color changes from a soft white to a fiery red, like molten lava. The class gasps in surprise, their doubts momentarily forgotten as they watch the orb with fascination.
The orb continues to grow and take on a more defined shape, becoming a perfect sphere. Islyl opens his eyes and smiles.
The class erupts into applause, impressed by Islyl's display of magic. Max, who had been smirking earlier, looks on with a mixture of surprise and respect. Even Ms. Omar seems pleased with Islyl's performance.
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The class ends, and the students begin to pack up their things and head to lunch. Islyl, feeling relieved that the punishment is over, joins Max, Kira, and Liam an empty table in the cafeteria.
The four boys sit down at the table, and Islyl starts to eat his lunch. Max, still feeling a bit guilty about bothering Islyl yesterday, decides to speak up.
"Hey, Islyl, that was pretty impressive back there. I didn't think you could actually do it."
Islyl looks up at Max, his expression serious.
Islyl: "I appreciate the compliment, but I'm not sorry for yesterday."
Islyl's eyes remain fixed on Max's face, his gaze intense and unwavering. His expression is unreadable, but there's a hint of something dark and dangerous in his eyes. He then slowly lets his gaze wander down to Max's crotch, his eyes lingering there for a moment before returning to Max's face.
Max notices Islyl's gaze and shifts uncomfortably in his seat, feeling a bit intimidated by the intensity of Islyl's stare. He clears his throat and tries to change the subject.
Max: "Uh, so, how about we talk about something else? Like, what's for dessert today?"
Max feels a shiver run down his spine as Islyl's gaze lingers on his crotch. He tries to ignore the feeling, but he can't help but feel uneasy under Islyl's scrutiny. Kira and Liam notice the tension between the two boys and exchange worried glances.
Islyl leans in closer to Max, his voice dropping to a whisper.
"I'll let it go this time, Max. But next time, I'll make sure to break it off."
Islyl's words are cold and menacing, and they send a chill through the group. Max looks taken aback, his eyes widening in shock and fear. Kira and Liam look horrified, unsure of what to say or do.
Max: "Islyl, you don't mean that..."
Islyl's voice is low and menacing, his tone filled with a chilling calmness.
"Oh, I mean it, Max. Next time you say something stupid, I'll make sure to remind you of your place. And trust me, it won't be pretty."
Kira looks at Liam, his eyes filled with frustration. He wants to speak up and defend Max, but Liam's words make him hesitate.
"Liam, what do we do?" Kira asks
Liam sighs and shakes his head.
"There's nothing we can do, Kira. Max brought this on himself. He needs to learn to keep his mouth shut sometimes."
Kira looks at Max, who is still sitting there in shock.
Kira: "I just don't want anything to happen to you, Max. You have to be careful around Islyl."
*Islyl chuckles darkly, his eyes glinting with amusement.*
Islyl: "Aww, how sweet. You're worried about him, Kira. But don't worry, I won't hurt him... we're friends, right?"
Islyl's smile is unsettling, with a hint of menace behind it. It's as if he's trying to appear friendly, but there's something sinister lurking beneath the surface.
Liam coughs, trying to break the tension in the air. He clears his throat and speaks up, trying to steer the conversation away from Islyl's threat.
Liam: "Uh, so... did anyone do their homework for Ms. Omar's class?"
Max is still shaken by Islyl's threat, and he can feel his face turning red with embarrassment. He tries to compose himself, but he can't help but feel overtaken.
Max quickly excuses himself from the table and heads to the bathroom.
***
Max enters the bathroom, sighing. Once he's alone, he leans against the sink and takes a deep breath, trying to calm his racing heart.
Islyl walks into the bathroom, a smirk on his face as he sees Max standing by the sink. He approaches Max slowly, his footsteps echoing in the empty room.
'I think Max will be the first target for the dean heheheheh'
Sigma: you say I'm a spectator, but do you really even need me? tch
Islyl stops a few feet away from Max, his eyes gleaming with amusement. He leans against the wall and crosses his arms, a smirk still on his face.
You look a little flustered, Max. Everything okay?"
Max doesn't answer, he just looks down at the floor, avoiding Islyl's gaze. He can feel his heart racing and his palms sweating, but he tries to maintain his composure.
Islyl takes a step closer to Max, closing the distance between them. He reaches out and playfully pokes Max's chest, his touch sending shivers down Max's spine.
You know, Max, I'm really glad we're friends. I wouldn't want anything to happen to you."
Islyl looks Max in his eyes, locking onto the green orbs.
"After all, I care about you. We're friends" Islyl rubs his thumb on Max's bottom lip.
Max's eyes widen as Islyl's thumb touches his lip. He can feel his heart skip a beat, and he's suddenly hyper-aware of Islyl's proximity to him. He tries to speak, but the words get stuck in his throat.
Max: "Y-yeah, friends..."
Islyl's touch is light and teasing, his thumb gently brushing against Max's lip. He looks at Max with a mixture of amusement and something else, something darker and more sinister.
Islyl: "You're so cute when you're flustered, Max. It's almost... endearing."
Islyl's hand lingers on Max's lip for a moment longer before he lets go and walks away. He takes a few steps before turning around and looking back at Max with a sly grin.
Islyl stands over the sink, washing his hands. His movements were casual and nonchalant.
As he dried his hands, he glanced back at Max with a smirk before leaving the bathroom.
Max stands there for a moment, his heart still racing and his face flushed. He can't believe what just happened, and he's not sure how to process his emotions. He takes a deep breath and tries to collect himself, but the feeling of Islyl's touch on his lip lingers in his mind.
A small tendril of shadow lurks in the corner, hidden in the shadows and out of sight. It's thin and wispy, like smoke. As it slithers across the floor, it makes no sound, its movements silent and stealthy. It slowly makes its way towards Max, its target locked in its sights.
The dean, sitting in his office, suddenly smiled to himself. He had a feeling that something was about to happen, and he couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement. He leaned back in his chair and steepled his fingers, waiting for the events to unfold.
The dean chuckled to himself, his smile growing wider. He knew that Islyl was up to something, and he had a feeling that Max would soon be involved in whatever scheme Islyl had planned.
The thought of having a new pawn under his control filled him with excitement.
Very well, I will accept your gift, Islyl.
The shadowy tendril slowly slithers up Max's leg, wrapping itself around his thigh and moving towards his chest. It's as if it's searching for a way to enter his body, looking for a weak point or an opening.
The tendril finally reaches Max's chest and begins to seep into his skin, slowly making its way into his body. It's a cold and unsettling sensation, as if a piece of darkness is invading his very being.
The shadowy tendril slips into every nook and cranny of Max's body, exploring every inch of him. It feels like it's crawling through his veins, infecting him with its dark essence. It's as if the shadow is taking possession of him, claiming him as its own.
Max is completely unaware of what's happening to him. He continues to stand there, oblivious to the shadowy tendril that's invading his body. He feels a strange sensation, a tingling in his skin, but he doesn't understand what it means. He looks around the bathroom, trying to figure out what's going on.
Max walks into the bathroom stall and looks down at his body, trying to see if there's anything physically wrong with him. As he inspects himself, he notices his belly feels cold. He can feel something cold moving around inside him, but he can't see it. He begins to feel a sense of unease and discomfort, but he doesn't know why.
As Max stands at the urinal, he tries to shake off the strange feeling he had earlier. He doesn't notice the shadow moving through his body, and he continues to go about his business.
Max finishes using the bathroom, and suddenly feels a sharp pain. The final tendril of shadow makes its way up Max's dick, filling him with an intense sensation. He gasps in surprise as he feels himself release. Gasping, he blacks out.
A moment later, he opens his eyes.
The shadow's presence in his body is still there, but it's hidden from his consciousness.
Max zips up his pants and walks out of the bathroom, blissfully unaware of the darkness that now resides within him.
Max walks out of the bathroom, his mind completely clear. He doesn't remember the shadowy tendril entering his body or the strange sensations he felt. He's completely oblivious to the fact that he's now possessed, his thoughts and actions controlled by the dark entity that has taken over him.