Max sat in the training class, feeling a sense of unease. He couldn't quite put his finger on it, but he felt sluggish and uncoordinated.
As he tried to participate in the physical activities, he found himself struggling to keep up with the others. His movements were slow and clumsy, and he couldn't seem to focus on what he was doing.
The instructor, noticing Max's lack of performance, called him over to the side.
"Max, what's going on? You're not performing at your usual level today."
Max tried to explain, but he couldn't quite put his finger on what was wrong. All he can think is, 'my body isn't working.'
"I don't know, sir. I just feel really sluggish and slow today. It's like my body isn't responding the way it should," Matt said as he licked his chapped lips nervously.
The shadows inside Max's body wriggled and twisted, taking advantage of his lack of awareness. They began to slowly take control of his muscles and nervous system, subtly altering his movements and reactions.
Max, oblivious, continued to struggle with the training exercises, feeling more and more exhausted with each passing minute.
Islyl suddenly appeared next to Max, a sly grin on his face.
"Hey Max!" A shout came from behind.
'I've got this whole villain spy thing down, right sigma?' Islyl laughed, his giggles showing how sense of villainous accomplishment
'Sigma: I am just a useless speculating system '
Islyl: "Hey. Having a rough day, huh?"
Max looks up at Islyl, a mixture of annoyance and embarrassment on his face.
"Yeah, I guess you could say that. I don't know what's wrong with me today. I just feel so slow and weak."
Islyl approaches Max, a mischievous glint in his eye. He puts his hands on Max's shoulders, massaging them gently.
Then, he reaches up and grabs Max's face, placing his thumb on his lips.
"You know, you're really tense. You need to relax, Max. Let me help you with that."
Max feels a shiver run down his spine as Islyl's thumb touches his lips. He tries to pull away, but Islyl's grip is firm.
"Hey, what are you doing?!"
Islyl takes a step back, his smirk widening as he sees Max's discomfort. He chuckles softly, clearly enjoying the game.
"Oh, don't be so uptight, Max. I'm just trying to help you loosen up a bit. You need to learn to relax and have some fun."
Max frowns, clearly not amused by Islyl's antics. He crosses his arms over his chest, trying to put some distance between them.
"I don't need your help, Islyl. I'm fine. Just leave me alone."
Islyl rolls his eyes, a hint of irritation in his voice.
"You're the one who bothered me first. You came up to me, questioned my manhood… and stole my paperwork."
Max's face burns bright red as Islyl brings up the incident from earlier.
"That was just a joke, Islyl. I was just messing with you. I didn't mean anything by it."
Islyl eyes sparkle, clearly enjoying the memory of the incident.
"You were just 'messing with me'? You put your hand on my crotch and asked if I was a boy, Max. How is that just messing around?"
Max's face pales, the tips of his ears red.
Islyl laughs at Max's reaction, clearly amused by his discomfort.
"Oh, come on, Max. Don't be so sensitive. It was just a little joke. I didn't think it would bother you so much."
Islyl grins mischievously, once again stepping close enough to touch foreheads. He places his palms over Max's eyes, his head tilted up, reaching Max's chin. Islyl plunged him into darkness, and a weird sensation traveled through his bones. Licking eyes with Islyl, he asks, "Islyl, what are you doing? What's going on?"
"Max, I need you to trust me, okay?" Islyl whispers. "I'm going to help you clear your energy. So you can feel better"
Max hesitates for a moment, unsure if he should trust Islyl. But he can't see anything, and the weird sensation inside him is growing stronger.
"Fine, I trust you. Just... don't do anything weird, okay?"
Islyl's hands remain over Max's eyes as he speaks in a low, soothing voice.
"Relax, Max. Just breathe."
Islyl's power takes effect, and Max's mind becomes foggy and unfocused. He feels his body go limp, as if all his energy has been drained out of him.
Max: "Wha... what's happening to me? I can't... I can't think straight..."
"Shh.. it's okay" Islyl whispers. The shadows inside Max start to wriggle, stretching over his body.
Max's mind becomes a deep, dark abyss. He feels himself drifting away, his consciousness fading into nothingness.
The last thing he remembers is the feeling of being completely helpless, unable to fight back against the sleepiness that has taken control of his body.
As the shadows continue to take control, Max's body slowly fades into the darkness. His limbs grow slack, and his skin takes on a pale, lifeless hue. The light in his eyes dims, and his face becomes expressionless.
"Let yourself sink into the darkness. The shadows are here to help you. They're going to reward you with the energy you deserve and make you strong again." Islyl says.
Inside Max's subconscious, the shadows take control of his body completely, snaking through his being, making him feel both pain and pleasure. The tendrils manipulate his senses, making him feel sensations that he never thought possible.
Max's body writhes and twists in ecstasy, and he is completely overwhelmed by the feelings of pleasure that the shadows are forcing upon him.
His mind becomes clouded with desire, losing all sense of control over himself. The shadows have complete dominance over him, completely hypnotized by their power.
Whenever Max tries to assert himself and regain control over his body, the shadows show him even more intense waves of pleasure. They use his own desires against him, manipulating him into submission. Every time he tries to resist, they respond with even more pleasure, making it impossible for him to fight back. Max is completely enthralled by the sensations they are giving him, and he is unable to break free from their control.
Max's eyes snap open, and he looks up at Islyl with a blank expression on his face. He looks different, somehow. There's a vacant look in his eyes, and he seems to be completely devoid of emotion.
Islyl looks down at Max, a satisfied smirk on his face. He knows that the shadows have done their work, and that Max is now completely under the deans control.
'The plot moves forward!'
Islyl: "Ah, you're awake. Good. How do you feel, Max?"
Max suddenly snaps back to his normal self, as if nothing had happened. He looks around in confusion, trying to figure out where he is and what's going on. He glances at Islyl.
"Well, I'll be going. See you in the dorm later, Max!" Islyl says, smiling as he slips out.
The sound of a whistle echoed in the training area, the instructor's loud announcement snapping Max out of his thoughts. He realizes that class is over.
Max quickly gathers his things and leaves the training area, trying to act normal. He glances around to see if anyone noticed anything strange, but everyone seems to be going about their business as usual.
"What just happened?" Max mutters, unable to recall the entire class.
***
The next day in class, the students are all chatting and socializing. Some are discussing their training sessions, while others are talking about their plans for the weekend. There's a sense of excitement and energy in the air, as everyone is looking forward to the weekend.
One group of teenagers is discussing their favorite hunters. Another group is talking about their Masters and who they want to ask to train them here.
Some students are complaining about the difficult classes they have, while others are bragging about their latest achievements in training.
Islyl is sitting with his arms crossed, his eyes fixed on Max. He's leaning back in his chair, a small smirk on his face. He seems to be deep in thought, and every now and then he glances over at Max with a calculating look in his eyes.
Suddenly, the Dean enters the classroom with a loud bang, the door slamming shut behind him. He strides to the front of the room, his boots thudding heavily on the floor. He looks around at the students, his expression serious and authoritative.
The students all stand, their backs straight and their eyes forward. They know better than to talk or move when the Dean is in the room.
The air is tense with anticipation, as everyone waits to see what the Dean is going to say.
The dean glances at each student one by one, stopping at Islyl for one second, and then Max.
Max feels a shiver run down his spine as the Dean's gaze locks onto him. The feeling of pure joy and pleasure washes over him, and he has to fight to keep his expression neutral.
He can feel the heat stirring inside him, responding to the Dean's presence. As if the blood in his veins belonged to the dean itself, asking to come back.
The Dean continues to stare at Max, a hint of a smile on his face. Islyl, noticing the interaction, looks back and forth between the Dean and Max with a curious expression.
Islyl can't help but feel a sense of satisfaction as he watches the Dean's interaction with Max. He knows that the Dean has taken an interest in Max, and he's happy to see that his efforts to bring Max under his control are working. He picked the perfect puppet.