He was the one... the 'Master' the girls talked about. The man who had taken her first time, her purity... Just as they described, he was very young, about her age—likely a high schooler himself.
But he had the nerve to shamelessly claim she was his property. What did he mean, 'no one can use my body but him'? He really thinks he's my Master. E-even if he is, he should show some respect...
Akane's mind was a mess. The moment she actually saw Alex, she felt like a little fan meeting an idol, losing her ability to speak... okay, that wasn't a great analogy, but it was close.
She didn't know what to say. Her heart was in turmoil. What about her planned interrogation? Her anger? But he had just saved her. Gratitude? Should she be grateful to a Great Demon King who had seized her body?
Yet, Akane truly did feel a sense of gratitude. If not for him, she wouldn't have seen Shoya's ugly true colors. If not for him, she might have been raped by Coach Azuma...
Akane pulled herself together and looked down, avoiding the boy's sharp, deep black eyes. She tried to suppress her gratitude. This guy was a devil, a villain—she couldn't possibly thank him. Absolutely not!
Tap, tap, tap—
His footsteps grew closer. He was walking toward her. Akane suddenly became extremely nervous, her body and nerves tensed. The aphrodisiac effects she had briefly forgotten returned with a vengeance, stronger than before.
Pant, pant...
What was he going to do? Was he going to do those lewd things to her right here? Her body... felt terrible. Hot, itchy... even though she had been used by him before, she had no memory of it, only a lingering phantom sensation in her body.
This time, will I actually get to experience the feeling of intercourse...?
Wait, how can I have such shameless thoughts?! I'm being a total slut. Even if I'm drugged, I can't... I can't say yes. I have to refuse. I must refuse his advances...
The physical craving battling her mental refusal made Akane suffer. However, as a breeze passed her by, the girl realized with a shock that he had walked right past her. He completely ignored her and walked straight to Saki Yoshida.
Akane: "..."
Her flushed body seemed to freeze for a moment. Akane's mouth fell open in an 'O' shape, her eyes wide with shock as she watched him ignore her to reach Saki.
"Saki... I feel like you get drugged every time we meet," Alex asked with a sigh.
"Ugh... it's not like I want it to happen..."
Saki's long hair was draped over her shoulders, and fine beads of sweat trickled down her forehead. Her body was curled in a ball due to the drug, her frame trembling as she tried to suppress the burning lust. She was becoming experienced at dealing with this.
And because she knew Alex would come for her, she wasn't panicking. She breathed a sigh of relief when he appeared, flashing a smile as her physical and mental defenses began to melt away...
"As long as you're okay," Alex pinched Saki's cheek. He glanced sideways at the muscular coach on the floor. Azuma was rolling around frantically.
"Hrk— hrrrk—!!!!"
Because Alex had controlled his body and forbidden him from speaking, he could only let out meaningless gurgles. His face was the color of a beet, and his hands were clamped tightly over his crotch. Blood was seeping through his fingers. His eyes were bloodshot, staring at Alex with pure malice.
Rage! Hatred! Madness!
The agony in his crotch didn't make him fear; instead, it triggered his feral nature. The moment he realized his "root" had been severed, he went insane. That thing, the most important thing to a man, was gone... destroyed...
You have to be kidding me!
That brat... that fucking brat!!!
"ROA—!!!!"
"You're noisy," Alex stepped on him, his sole pressing into the coach's distorted face. "Can't even keep your mouth shut while I've muted you? Fine, I'll have to make you be quiet properly."
Vroom—
Under the terrified gazes of Shoya and the track boys, the powerful, muscular Coach Azuma was crushed. His hair turned white, his skin wrinkled, and he aged rapidly until he lay on the floor like a dying dog, his breathing shallow and weak.
"What... what did you do... No, please..."
Coach Azuma finally felt true terror, but his plea for mercy came too late. Alex kicked him aside and turned toward the track club members. The group turned to run, but before they could take a step, they found themselves unable to move.
"No! Stay back!!"
"Monster! You're a monster!!"
"Waaaah... I don't want to end up like that! I'll do anything! Please let me go!!"
Seeing their powerful coach turned into an old man was a trauma that would haunt them forever. They were covered in tears and snot, looking as pathetic as they were disgusting.
Slap!
Alex's demonic smirk was suddenly interrupted. Saki grabbed his hand. Having let down her guard, Saki's body reacted intensely to even a simple touch on her cheek. Was it because of Alex himself? She squeezed her legs together and held onto his hand.
Alex turned to meet Saki's blue eyes, which were shimmering with a watery lust. Her red lips were slightly parted, her breath coming in quick gasps. She looked like a flower desperate for water...
"Alex... Little Alex..."
The heat in her eyes grew more intense, turning into raw passion. "I... I want it..."
"The drug must be really strong," Alex muttered. As he reached out to help, Saki shook her head vigorously.
"No."
"Huh?"
Even though Saki's brain was being hijacked by lust, she was still sharp enough to know Alex could use his powers to clear the drug from her system.
But... she didn't want that.
"Alex, I don't want to... recover that way."
As she spoke, Saki collapsed into his arms, greedily inhaling his scent and savoring the friction of their skin. She breathed softly into his ear, "Don't... use your power..."
Alex gave her a deadpan look. "You want to do it?"
Saki blushed—well, her face was already red, but Alex could sense her genuine shyness.
"Yes... I want it... Alex, give it to me, please..."
Last time, when he had used his fingers... it had brought her such incredible pleasure.
She was a little... addicted.
Faced with such a beautiful girl's plea and craving, Alex wouldn't be a man if he refused. He nodded solemnly. "Don't worry, Saki. I'll help you 'recover' properly."
He absorbed the time from the track club members and tossed their unconscious, pig-like bodies out of the classroom. He glanced at the despondent Shoya Katase, then looked at Akane Nanao.
Suddenly, he cleared the aphrodisiac from Akane's system.
Akane: "???"