R18
The Dean clears his throat, and the students all turn their attention back to him. He holds up a hand, and the room falls silent once more.
"I have an announcement to make," he says, his voice firm and commanding.
The students all lean forward, eager to hear what the Dean has to say. Max feels his heart racing in his chest, wondering what the announcement could be.
Islyl is sitting with a neutral expression, but there's a glint of excitement in his eyes. He's wearing a black shirt and black pants, and his hair is slicked back. He's leaning forward slightly, as if he's interested in what the Dean is saying.
"There have been some incidents recently that have caused concern," the Dean continues.
"From now on, no student is allowed to leave the school grounds after dark, and you must always be in groups of three when you're outside."
The Dean's announcement causes a murmur to ripple through the classroom. The students exchange glances, wondering why the Dean is suddenly making such a rule.
The door bursts open and a tall, yellow-haired man enters the room. He's dressed in all green, with a long coat and a hat pulled low over his eyes. The students all turn to look at him, surprised by the sudden interruption.
Or maybe the walking throw up. Who knows.
"Dean," the man says, his voice low and commanding. "Let me."
He steps forward, his presence commanding the attention of the entire room.
"My name is Xavier," he says, his voice deep and authoritative. "I'm an SS-class hunter, and I'm here to ensure your safety. We've received intelligence that there have been some security breaches, and we need to take action to protect everyone."
Xavier scans the room, his eyes locking onto each student in turn. He walks over to the Dean and begins to speak in a low voice, his words too quiet for the students to hear. "They leaked the teachers government names, and the students have been having a field day posting their names and private lives."
"We've been monitoring communications," Xavier says out loud to the students.
There have been several instances of unauthorized access to classified information. We need to tighten security and ensure that no more leaks occur."
The students listen intently, their faces pale with fear. Some of them exchange worried glances, while others look down at their phones or laptops, realizing that they might have to give them up.
"All electronics and mail must be handed in," Xavier repeats, his voice firm. "We'll be conducting a thorough investigation to determine the source of the leaks."
'hahaha'
Islyl chuckles, his eyes glinting with amusement. He leans forward in his chair, resting his elbows on his knees.
This is getting interesting," he says, his voice low and smooth.
Liam frowns at Islyl's reaction, feeling a sense of unease. He can't understand how Islyl can find this situation funny.
"Is this really a joke to you?" Liam asks, his voice laced with irritation.
Max nods in agreement with Liam, feeling a sense of offense and slight dread.
"I agree," Max says. "I'll turn in my electronics and follow the rules. I've been feeling too weak lately, maybe my activity time is the issue."
Xavier nods, satisfied with the students response. He turned to address the rest of the class.
"I want all electronics handed in by the end of the day," he says. "And no one is to leave the school grounds after dark. We'll be monitoring everyone closely, so don't even think about trying anything."
The other students listen intently, their eyes wide with shock and fear. Some of them look scared, while others seem to be trying to hide their nervousness.
Islyl, on the other hand, is the only one who seems completely unfazed. He leans back in his chair again, a smirk still on his face, as if he's enjoying the chaos.
Some of the students start deleting things from their phones, their fingers moving quickly as they try to clear out their electronic devices. They look around nervously, making sure no one is watching them. Some of them are shaking, while others are sweating, clearly worried about the consequences of being caught doing things they aren't supposed to.
Islyl notices the students deleting their phones and chuckles to himself. He finds their nervousness amusing, but can't help but feel a sense of disgust.
Max glances over at Islyl, noticing his amusement. He rolls his eyes, annoyed by Islyl's nonchalance in the face of danger.
Islyl reaches over to Max, his hand hidden under the table, slowly sliding up Max's thigh. He leans in close, his breath warm against Max's ear.
"You look so tense, Max," he whispers. "Relax, it's just a little laugh."
Max tries to maintain his composure, but he can feel his heart racing as Islyl's hand continues to move higher up his thigh.
He glances around the room, his breath staggering momentarily.
Max tries to ignore Islyl's teasing, but he can't help but feel a shiver run down his spine as Islyl rubs his leg under the table. He shoots Islyl a warning look, but Islyl just grins mischievously in response.
Islyl's hand reaches its destination, and he gives Max's thigh a gentle squeeze. He grins at Max, clearly enjoying the effect he's having on him.
"You're so easy to tease," he whispers. "Look at how hard you are."
Islyl's hand starts to move up and down, applying gentle pressure as he rubs Max's erection through his pants. He can feel Max tensing up, and he grins in satisfaction.
"Relax," he whispers again. "Just enjoy the moment."
Max tries to control his breathing, but it's difficult with Islyl's hand on him. He can feel his body responding to the touch, and he has to fight the urge to let out a moan.
Islyl continues to rub Max's erection for a few more moments before finally letting go. He leans back in his chair, a satisfied smirk on his face.
"You're so cute when you're flustered," he says, his voice low and teasing.
Max tries to compose himself, but he's still flushed and breathing heavily. He can feel the lingering touch of Islyl's hand on his body, and it's driving him nuts.
Islyl leans in close again, his voice barely above a whisper.
"Do you want me to finish you, Max?" he asks, his eyes locked on Max's. "Right here, right now?"
Max's heart skips a beat at Islyl's words. He glances around the room, making sure no one is paying attention to them, before nodding slightly.
"Yes," he whispers, his voice barely audible.
Islyl grins, clearly pleased with Max's response. He moves his hand back to Max's erection, his touch more confident and deliberate this time.
"I thought so," he says, his voice low and sultry. "You're such a naughty boy, Max."
Islyl continues to work his magic, his hand moving faster and harder. He can feel Max's body tensing up, and he knows he's close to the edge.
"Come for me, Max," he whispers. "I want to feel you come."
Max can't hold back any longer, his body shuddering with pleasure. Islyl continues to stroke him through his orgasm, his eyes fixed on Max's face.
As Max comes down from his high, Islyl removes his hand and leans back in his chair, a satisfied smile on his face.
That was amazing," he says, his voice still low and seductive. "You're so easy to please.
Max stands up quickly, his face flushed with anger and embarrassment. He mutters something about needing some air and practically bolts out of the room, leaving Islyl sitting there with a smirk on his face.
Xavier frowns, the bang of the door closing interrupting his thoughts. His eyes roam, silently watching Islyl, his eyes burning into his skin.
Islyl notices Xavier watching him, and his smirk widens. He raises an eyebrow, silently daring Xavier to say something.
Xavier chuckles to himself as Max storms out of the room. He turns to Islyl, a sly grin on his face.
Islyl feels a strange sensation in his head, as if someone is speaking to him telepathically. He doesn't immediately recognize the feeling as Xavier's mental touch.
If his voice wasn't still the same, then what?
"What do you want, Xavier?" he thinks, his mental voice tinged with irritation.
"Looks like you really riled him up," he says, his voice laced with amusement.
"Did you have to go that hard?" The voice asks.
"I was having… fun."
"Yeah, I saw that," Xavier thinks, his mental voice dripping with sarcasm.
"Just wanted to let you know that I think you should go after him," he thinks. "He looked pretty upset."
Islyl raises an eyebrow, intrigued by Xavier's suggestion. He hadn't expected that.
"And why would I do that?" he thinks, a hint of curiosity in his mental tone.
Xavier ends the conversation with a smirk, his mental voice sounding dry.
"Aren't you a piece of work, huh?"
Islyl chuckles to himself, amused by Xavier's comment.
"Thanks for the compliment," he says sardonically. "I aim to please."
Xavier's laughter echoes in Islyl's mind as he continues to speak.
"You're such a smartass," he thinks. "But I have to admit, you do know how to push people's buttons."
Islyl can't help but smirk at Xavier's parting words. He leans back in his chair, feeling a mixture of annoyance and amusement at Xavier's flirtation.
"See you in class," he thinks, his mental voice laced with sarcasm. "And thanks for the conversation, I guess."