"The first stimulation activity will be how you can handle external stimuli designated to arouse your survival instincts." Mr. Ryujin spoke up, pressing a button on the console. At that moment, a glass panel rose from the ground, secluding Mr. Ryujin and the others behind a barrier from the rest of the room.
At that moment, one of the soft plates in the room suddenly moved, and a metal case began to ascend from the darkness, their appearances resembling a mummy's tomb. The tomb then opened, revealing a robot the size of me inside. Their crimson eyes flashed on with a low, menacing howl. Their scanners and body-heat detectors quickly sensed my location.
"Robots, already?!" I turned back to Mr. Ryujin, my body paralyzed with fear and distress.
"It'll turn off in five minutes." I heard Aizawa's voice sound from the numerous overhead speakers in the room. One of the robots emerged from their case, its mechanical limbs groaning like zombies who hadn't eaten any flesh.
It extended its left hand, and a sleek and menacing vibro-blade shot out of its arm socket like a bullet, the robot's arm instantly transforming into a makeshift weapon. The robot's mechanical eyes locked onto my location, and it let out a low, automated laugh.
With assassin-like precision, it leaped up, built-in gravity-repelling soles of its mechanical feet rendering it able to latch onto the ceiling. The robot began to run along the padded edges of the room, its gaze laser-focused on my body.
My gaze remained on the robot, but my body wouldn't move, it couldn't move. My fists clenched by my sides, and I felt the blood slowly rush from my brain. I was too terrified to confront this adversary, but at the same time—I felt a habitual, almost instinctual urge to rip it limb from mechanical limb.
The soles of the robot's feet ignited with fiery, resplendent energy as it propelled itself off the wall like a missile. It conducted a myriad of flips and acrobatic maneuvers in the air, before slashing the blade downwards towards my body. The blade was only millimeters from my skin when the weapon slid back into the arm of the droid, its crimson eyes flickering back to the abyssal black holes of neutrality and a lack of violence I saw beforehand.
"Sorry, the robots were left on high-tier programming!" I heard Mr. Ryujin announce from the speakers. I was instantly overwhelmed by relief, those robots would have surely diced me into a hundred pieces if he hadn't realized his failure.
"Lemmie fix that real quick..." The robot turned back on a few moments later, its eyes now emitting a blue hue, as the cords resembling eyebrows over the robot's eyes shifted upwards, regressing to a more neutral, almost placid demeanor.
"It looks...friendly?" I felt the tension in my body loosen a little as I stepped back, my gaze focused on the robot's blue eyes.
"Looks can be deceiving, buddy." A mechanical voice emanated from the circular speaker on the droid's chest, as a small dagger protruded from the socket where the blade once was. In an instant, it raised the weapon, taking a few moments to bring it back down.
For a more beginner-friendly mode, this droid was still awfully fast!
The robot raised its head, looking directly at me. Its mechanical eyebrows dipped inwards as it began to walk towards me, raising its blade above its head to deliver a final blow. I felt myself shrink back, my entire form sweating vigorously as I assessed the current situation. There was an ample amount of space in this room to run and hide, the numerous stone slabs in the room making titanic areas to duck and weave through.
"Do better, it's how people like us reach the top. We get our shit together and we are the best." A voice suddenly sounded in my head. It was my father. Those bitter words hit me straight in the chest, a wound harder than the droid could even fathom conducting. I felt my chest tighten as the corners of my vision blurred a tiny bit.
Damn it...was I gonna pass out here...now?
Hell no! I forced my body back against the wall, pressing my body against the padded surface as my gaze roamed down the robot's clockworked body, analyzing the numerous intricate gears, cords, and generators that enabled the robot to go through with more analytical and diverse functions. My palms began to sweat, and I felt my grip on the wall quickly loosen.
The robot delivered a swing directly to my head, and I felt my body instinctively dart left, weaving past the attack with a perception I didn't believe was possible for me! The robot's gaze darted towards me again. The propellers on the bottom of the robot's head ignited once again, sending the work of machinery upwards.
The knife in the robot's arm quickly retracted, being replaced with numerous items which appeared to resemble darts. The darts emitted a faint blue energy that crackled in the air, radiating with an almost parental heat.
"Those darts are meant to secrete pheromones resembling pleasure and euphoria. If you get hit, you'll be knocked into a world of unwanted pleasure." I heard Mr. Ryujin's voice sounded overhead through the speakers again.
Before I could react, one of the sensoric darts was fired in my direction, pinning directly towards my head. I instinctively leapt back, turning around and dashing away to cover as the dart hit the floor, the collision causing the dart to explode in a fit of pinkish mist. The mist quickly expanded and began to engulf the room like a predator. It smelled like...bubblegum?
"What the hell?" I mumbled, covering my nose with the collar of my hospital gown. The mist continued to fill the room the longer the dart was lodged in the floor. I peaked from behind one of the stone walls, my gaze fixating on the dart, the hilt of the weapon unscrewed, and the pinkish substance leaking out like a flood.
If I could seal shut the dart, would the mist stay permeating in the air, or would it disappear if the dart is sealed shut? After a beat of deliberation, I leapt out from the dart, sprinting over to the weapon and grasping it with my hands. I suddenly felt a searing pain roar across my palm as I dropped the small object to the ground. Its surface was heated!
What now?
Before I could make another deduction, I heard another dart being fired from an unknown direction. My body seemed to freeze in fear as my heartbeat quickened in a matter of milliseconds. I didn't know where it was coming from, and I was too terrified to know. Suddenly, I felt a sharp pain in my left ankle—the dart had landed in my ankle!
Warm blood gushed from the wound, running down my foot and into my slippers. My gaze darted away from the wound, covering my eyes as I refrained from removing it. At that moment, my vision turned hazy from behind my palm, and I began to see pink and blue dots and sparkles emerge from the blurry darkness.
A rush of unwanted delight and euphoria crashed over my body like a tidal wave, forcing me to stifle a moan as a myriad of questionable images crossed my mind. I tried with all my power to blanket my arousal, darting behind a stone wall as I crossed my legs, my face a searing mess of raspy rut and unwanted lust.
I bit my lip so hard I swear I felt blood run from it. I was too vulnerable, too exposed to make a move, but I knew exactly where the source was, but I didn't want to move, to do anything else but feel this. I couldn't help but stifle a moan as my hand darted into my gown. I felt my body rush coldly as I paused midway, coming to terms with what I was doing.
My face flushed to the hue of a cherry as I looked down at my ankle, seeing the dart lodged into my ankle and emitting the same bubblegum-pink mist. I covered my nose with my palm as I used my leg to kick away at the dart, each collision sending sharp rivets of unwanted pleasure and pain searing through my body.
After a few kicks I saw the dart fly across the room, landing against the wall with a metallic clank. After pausing for a few seconds I heaved a sigh of relief, the unwanted arousal dying down as the stiffness beneath my gown gradually disappeared. I took a deep sigh as I leaned against the stone wall, my body feeling weak and trembling.
"Kid, focus!" Aizawa's sharp voice permeated the atmosphere as I heard another dart lodge from the robot, hitting me square in the back. I let out a low groan as my hand coiled around it. I gritted my teeth as I quickly dislodged it, feeling a tiny surge of arousal permeate my system. My cheeks remained flushed red, but my mental state and current demeanor was one of focus rather than feeling pleasured by the stimuli of the darts.
I stumbled forward, almost falling to the floor as gritted my teeth, taking a sharp breath as I felt another dart lodge into my back, followed by another. The effects of the dart quickly surfaced, sending jolts of pleasure washing into my system at an incomprehensible face. I let out a low moan as I fell to my knees, closing my eyes tightly as tears prickled the corners of my eyes.
...
"Damn it..." Aizawa grumbled, his teeth gritted as he watched me fall to my knees.
"What's he doing?" Ayumi clenched her fists, stepping forward and pressing her palms against the glass.
"He's making no effort to resist it. The pleasure he's feeling...it's too intense for him to handle." Shinso's eyes narrowed as his body tensed, watching my almost helpless state.
"No, we should keep hope in him...it's best." Olivia turned towards the others, offering them a genial yet hesitant smile.
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I slumped forward, curling into a ball as I buried my head into my chest. This was just like when I had thrown up in the shower, except this time I felt amazing instead of feeling like crap. my nose began to bleed as more exotic and erogenous images flashed across my mind.
"Please...stop..." I mumbled, my voice barely above a whisper as my breathing softened, and I felt my eyes slowly close. Another dart landed in my back, making it arch powerfully, and causing me to let out a moan. Before I could make a move—any attempt at locomotion—my eyes slammed shut as if weights had been applied to them.
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"No, no, no." Aizawa slammed his fist against the glass as his expression remained stern. At the same time, he couldn't help but feel a deep sense of concern.
"Turn off that damn robot, now!" The man barked at the Guidance Counselor standing beside him. Mr. Ryujin's hands worked in a frenzied blur as he pressed buttons on the console. The robot's eyes quickly turned black, and it slumped to the floor with a dull clank that could be heard faintly through the thick glass.
Shinso immediately darted out of the security room, running over to me while covering his nose with his shirt hem. He grasped my unconscious body as he looked down at it with a fiery, passionate concern.
"He's out cold!" He looked towards the others, his expression serious yet frenzied with worry.
"This...this was a mistake. I never should have let him enter this situation!" Mr. Ryujin grasped the two horns on his head as his chest rose and fell quickly, his breathing quickening as he stumbled back against a stone wall.
"Hey, hey..." Shinso's voice softened as he looked down at my body as my eyes slowly drifted open. Before he could say any other words, I bolted up.
"Give me another dart and I'll rip you apart!" I yelled, ripping free from Shinso's arms. The indigo-haired boy leapt back, watching me with a concerned expression as my wide eyes assessed the environment.
"Hey...why isn't that collar working?" Olivia looked down at the ground, pointing right under me. I looked down slowly, my eyes widening as an illusory crimson wormhole manifested beneath my feet.
"What the hell?" I stepped back, but the image beneath me followed my movements like a shadow. At that moment the wormhole expanded a few meters, and its illusory surface gradually became clearer. Before I could react, I fell below.