2024-11-05 16:14:51'Well, games like this are also played by children huh? No wonder, trying to be a manipulative early on eh.' He thought, he was in the same position for a long time until the rumors were heard again even people outside the classroom also wanted to witness the sight of none other than that.
"What's all the fuss about!" said a voice that sounded more mature.
'This is it.' Arkan thought.
"You guys, you guys again! What's going on this time--"
"Uhukk!"
Arkan accidentally coughed loudly, he rubbed his nose which happened to be bleeding accidentally saw his fingers back and made the people around him see what was in his hand.
The adult man who turned out to be the board of educators looked anxiously at Arkan who still did not move from the spot, "Can you stand up? You guys are too much." he said again, pushing Arkan to stand up.
Instantly pieces of the body master's past swirled around, he felt like he was being torn apart in that memory. 'Tsk, none of these people are right!'
His elbow nudging the man not to get too close to him, he stood up while the board of education began to lecture the gang.
"If you can't take it, it's better to go to the infirmary. I'll take you, and you guys-wait for me in the counseling room!" said the man with the tag name Tyaga as he began to carry Arkan out of the classroom.
A faint whisper, "Did you say something?" the teacher asked. Arkan just shook his head, "Never mind, don't be so afraid of me like that. Didn't you enjoy it too? I came at the right time didn't I, if I hadn't then those people would have bullied you back. By the way, you changed your appearance for me huh? Wahh~ I'm very flattered, your current appearance is more attractive than the previous one but both still look stunning in my eyes. Take it easy." continued the teacher who he could clearly guess where his was going.
"Stressed." muttered Arkanza.
Being so small the man beside his couldn't hear anything other than a small squeak.
"Did you say something, Arkan?" the teacher asked him, Arkan just shook his head with a sweet smile. And they walked back in a direction that didn't feel like the UKS, "Could it be 'that' place?" he thought.
And sure enough, instead of taking him to the UKS, the man he estimated to be almost 30 took him to a warehouse where sports equipment was stored.
Just as Arkan took hold of the door knob, various traumatic footage seemed to play automatically in his brain. Slowly his breathing became labored, he clutched his chest with his mouth open.
'What the hell!? What exactly has happened to this child that it feels like this!?'
Arkanza was only a CEO, not a psychic or a psychologist who could understand things like this. A cornucopia of sweat began to trickle down his temples, he was silent for a moment that felt like an entire day..
As if his soul was thrown back to the past when the master of the body experienced various kinds of things and that in a negative context of course, he saw clearly that the teacher repeatedly committed indecent acts in this place. Under various pretexts, his body was thoroughly enjoyed, even left in such a terrible state. The master of the body begged for mercy but all the educator gave was pain, humiliation that invited trauma.The teacher touches every inch of Arkanza's body without mercy, driving his actions into helpless limpness, moving his own objects into holes that should not be visited. Arkanza clamped his mouth shut, his body slumping, his stomach churning with the urge to spit out the stuffing that wasn't even there yet.
"What's wrong, Arkanza? Are you still sick? I apologize if yesterday was overzealous and overwhelmed you, this time I'll restrain myself. Take it easy, haha!"
The man put his arm around him again, helping his to stand up, but Arkanza didn't move an inch. he wanted to rebel and run away right then and there, 'Tsk! Damn it, let's move our feet! I want to get away from this guy, anyone please!'
The bead was bulging, in his entire life he had never asked for help from others and now thanks to this body that was so afraid of the man he was with, he was so desperate and hoped that someone could help him.
"mr. Enzo..." a voice interrupted, Arkanza looked back as did the master of the name.
A bespectacled student with two braids on his head looked hesitant, greeting him, he adjusted his glasses that were slightly down.
"Hm, are you...?"
"I'm from class 2, you're looking for Isla's room, she said Mrs. Isla had something to discuss. She's waiting at her desk." explained the student with a slight stammer, it was clear that the person was so awkward with him.
"And... He...?" asked the girl looking at Arkanza who was still sitting there, seeing this made Kenzo pick Arkanza up.
"Ahh, him? Incidentally, I'll leave it to you. I was going to take him to the infirmary but he can't take it anymore, so I'll call the infirmary attendant. Would you please stay with him for a while until the attendant comes here?""But sir--"
The teacher patted the girl's shoulder, as if to say that he did not accept rejection.
"I was helped, thank you very much." the teacher continued and walked away from the place, leaving the students and female students awkwardly. he glanced with the corner of him eye at Arkanza briefly before walking away.
"Finally, he left too. Is senior okay?" the female student asked, looking at Arkanza with concern.
Arkanza just shook his head weakly while trying to neutralize his breathing, "Thank you. I'm fine."
"Are you strong enough to walk? Do you want to go home? I'll call a taxi--"
"Why are you helping me?" Arkan cut in.
The girl paused, "No one is unaware of Mr. Kenzo's behavior, senior. Everyone would have avoided that wolf as far as possible, luckily I saw you in the distance and was able to help you before it was too late."
Arkan stared intently at the girl, trying to find an opening for him words but instead of a lie, recalling the flashback memory he received moments ago made him words even more certain.
"If you mind, I'll leave. Uhm..."
The girl moved away.
"Do you have a cell phone? Can I borrow it for a moment?"
The girl looked incredulous but quickly took out him cell phone and handed it to Arkanza. She looked at Arkanza who was punching in some numbers and brought it to him ear, "All, hh pick me up at the front gate... Hh"
Arkanza handed the phone back after deleting the call history on the rectangular object to the owner, "Thank you very much, I'm very helpful."
The female student blushed slightly with an enthusiastic nod, "Hu'uhm!!!"
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