Kapitel 25: Chapter 25: Using Image Training To Bully Chizue Pt.1
In the quiet forest outside of the Tokyo Exorcist Academy a strange sight could be found in one of the many clearings in the canopy of trees. Fifteen students sat in the Sukhasana pose, their legs crossed in front of them. Wrapped tightly around their eyes were blindfolds, their ability to see would be a hindrance to what I wanted to teach. Every student was also in a state of aura release as a red, blue, green, and yellow haze rose from their bodies. Fumiko's aura was lime green and Tsukasa's was a steel grey. Akari's aura was a pure see through white, and Yuzuki's glowed a pale blue like a ghostly fire. The gashadokuro gazed down with hungry orbs of malevolent fire, their sight on the auras of the meditating students, the chains bound their bodies and held them back from an easy meal.
"Pardon the intrusion." I spoke softly as I walked behind Chizue. My hand rested on her light brown hair as I channeled dark aether from around my eyes and into my palm. The sensation of my consciousness leaving my body was followed by entering her mind.
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The sight of an endless outdoor hallway filled my vision. To the right was a wall made of aged brick, posters with nothing but pastel colors, and smeared unreadable text dotted the rough surface of the brick face. To the left was a courtyard smothered in darkness, and a looming tree cast an impossibly large shadow over the ground. And under the dingy fluorescent lights humming softly, Chizue stood.
She stood in a loose stance on the balls of her feet. Her lanky arms were held up in the best approximation of a fighting guard with her left forearm out in front. Her right hand was coated in a glowing yellow aura, as it cocked back like a loaded gun. Her hazel eyes held the deepest concentration as her fist whipped in a wild haymaker. The wind whipped through the air as her aura was released in a powerful gust, the whistling sound it made through the infinite hallway sounded like a Mayan death whistle.
"Tch...sloppy." I clicked my tongue as I began walking towards her, the echoing sound of my shoes hitting the concrete filled the air. Chizue jumped, her wide eyes turned to me as if I were a ghost, and I guess in some way that'd be correct. [Astral Projection] is the technique of intentionally inducing an out-of-body experience and currently I was using it to enter Chizue's mind.
"H-how are you here?" She backed away as she spoke, her feet taking her further down the infinite hall.
"I'm here because I'm using a technique, and before you ask why I'm here it's because your aura is sloppy. It's visible on the outside that you don't have much experience using your humor node, how long has it been since your nodes were purged?" I stood right in front of her and despite us being the same height I practically loomed over her as she shrunk under my scathing gaze.
Purging is the process in which a geist user has their humor nodes cleared of built-up sin, this opens up their nodes and allows them to use elemental aura. This is usually done once a clan kid hits puberty but first-generation geist users usually only receive it right before entering the academy. Something clan kids have had years to work on she's probably had for less than a year.
"U-uh it, uh they did it two weeks before school started..." By the end of her words, her voice was mouse quiet and her hazel eyes refused to make contact with me. "They just came to my house and did the whole 'you're a wizard Harry' thing and I wasn't really expecting to be taken away...uh, why are you so quiet?"
"Why did you want to become an exorcist?"
"Huh, I thought I told you, they just took me away—ghk!" My fist crashed into her gut as I sent her rolling, her body skipping on the concrete like a flat rock on water. Eventually, she slid to a stop, her disheveled hair covered her face hiding her expression but by the sound of her retching I knew I got her good
"You lied, a person born outside of a clan with an innate talent for geist is given two options. One is to become an exorcist, and the second is to have their abilities sealed. Why did you choose the former?" I picked her up by her hair as she whimpered, drool and vomit was leaking from her lips and her eyes were streaming with tears.
"Guh—w-why did you hit me?"
"Because I wanted to. I don't need a reason to do anything to you, so tell me why you wanted to become an exorcist." I slapped her cheek as I spoke, and she whimpered. My dick strained against my sweatpants as I looked down at her, my erection growing obscenely large.
Her eyes widened as she saw my cock straining against the fabric of my pants, and all color drained from her face as she tried scrambling away. My grip on her hair tightened as I pulled her face close to mine. A wicked grin grew on my lips and my hand gently rubbed her cheek as she whimpered, hiccuping sobs wracking her body.
"I...my family...hic...needs money, and the headmistress said I'd be paid well if I became an exorcist so I took it!" Her words were mixed with the pausing sound of her hyperventilating as tears streamed down her cheeks. Her words were music to my ears though, a desperate girl in need of cash and ripe for exploitation. It would be almost too easy to do what I want with her.
"Thank you, Chizue." My words were soft, and the girl paused to look at me with teary eyes. "It must be hard right, not knowing what you got yourself into. If you let me I can help." I rubbed at her cheek, my smile was far softer than the sinister grin it had been.
I was going to turn her into a pet, an obedient thing bent toward my own sick desires. She would be my in-school bitch, and her entire life will be dedicated to worshiping my dick. But before I can do that I need to break her mind bit by bit.
"H-how are y-you going to help?" Her teary eyes narrowed in suspicion, the back of one of her hands rubbing the bile from her chin as she grimaced. I'm glad she's showing distrust, by the end of our 'training' I hope she hates my guts. I want taking her virginity to be a terrible experience for her. Why does this girl do this to me, why am I so turned on hurting her?
The Dōji sisters served the same purpose for me, my harem would be starkly divided into three tiers. The first tier is reserved for only one girl and that is Charlotte, she's my OG, and no one will ever take her place and I'd rather die than give her up. The second tier currently consists of Fumiko and Nozomi, they are beautiful women that I want to woo, romance, and fuck. The desire to knock them up is always at the forefront of my mind, I love them.
The third and final tier however is made up of an entirely different class. Despite being the lowest rung on the totem pole I don't intend on giving them over to any guy, they will be my exclusive concubines. For the Dōji triplets this is their punishment for all eternity, I will fuck them whenever I feel like, summon them whenever I feel like, and make them do the most humiliating things for my pleasure.
Chizue, is going be my exclusive whore. I will train her into the perfect cumdump and it'll only take a little cash and bit of coaxing to do it. I like the thought of having a girl that acts all prim and proper at school and then sucks me off for a little extra cash while her family back home is none the wiser. God, I'm evil, and it's all a part of two of my plans. First, if I could create a [phantom tool] for Fumiko and Nozomi why couldn't I create my own? To do that I'm going to accumulate sin intentionally and then make a weapon to surpass metal gear! Second, the fastest way to learn a technique is under duress, like the story of a woman lifting a car off of her baby, just like adrenaline extreme emotions empower and drive geist. If she genuinely fears for her life and is convinced that learning the technique will save her, the desire to learn it will increase the speed at which she masters it.
"For one I'm going to train you, had it been two weeks ago you would've been tied for last place with Katō Fumiko, but now after having private lessons with me, she's easily the third strongest in the class. The next thing I'm going to do for you is give you a job, you said you needed the money and I have a few tasks I need help with." The girls eyes glimmered with hope until she once again saw the throbbing erection in my pants, her face contorting in disgust as she glared at me.
"If you think that just because I'm poor I'm going to spread my pussy for you then you're out of your fucking mind!" Her long slender fingers tried swiping at my face, my hand catching her wrist before they ever struck. Gripping her wrist hard I grinned before headbutting her nose, crimson blood squirted as I heard cartilage crunch.
Chizue screamed, my hands holding her wrist and hair let go as she writhed on the ground. Her slender fingers shook as they covered her nose. She sobbed and cried, the entire time my face remained a passive mask as tears and blood dripped down her chin. The only reason I was willing to be this cruel to her was the fact that we were in her mind, the damage done here wouldn't translate into the real world. No, the only thing that would remain of this event is Chizue's broken mind.
"Heh, I don't need your permission to spread your pussy, I could rape you right now and no one would ever know. Do you want me to rape you Chizue?" I asked as my sneaker covered shoe pressed into the writhing girls gut, the soft feeling of her stomach tempted me to put my full weight on her and see what would happen. The thought alone would normally give me pause, but it's just a dream. Even killing her here would have no consequence in the real world, it's like a videogame, and whoever plays as the good guy in those?
"N-no...h-hic...!" She looked up at me with tears clouding her vision, her hands were held up hoping to block any other attack I might hit her with. The feeling coursing through me as I looked down on her was euphoric, the feeling of dominating her in such an animalistic way felt similar to sex. The last time I felt this pleasure was when I turned the Dōji sisters into my sex slaves, speaking of I should probably have them pay me a visit. It would be nice to test out their programming, and my students could use a punching bag like Shuten-dōji.
"Good, because what I'm going to pay you to do isn't sex, I want us to play a little game. If you can learn [Psuedo Resonance] within 2 hours I will pay you 150,000 yen (~$1,000) for your trouble. However after every fifteen minutes that pass of you having not learned it I get to take off a piece of your clothes, and before you complain I should mention that with each stitch of clothes removed I'll pay you 1.5k yen (~$100). If you fail to learn it in those two hours I get to give you one command you must obey. Does that sound good, because if not I can just go back to pummeling the shit out of you if you'd like, hell I might even just skip the pleasantries and rape you?" As I spoke the girl's despairing look only grew worse with each word, the fear she felt grew more palpable because I had been leaking geist infused with malice.
"I—hic—I'll play!" With those words her broken nose popped back into place with an audible pop, and she screamed. [Shadow Puppet] can be used to mend broken bones by simply straightening one's shadow, the broken limb mimicking the now 'fixed' shadow. It's an incredibly painful process however and when Chizue vomited from the pain of it I had to dodge to prevent my shoes from getting stained.
"Good, I fixed your nose so you can better focus on learning. So stop laying in your vomit and get up!" I used shadows to prop her up, her eyes widening at the sensation of black tentacles writhing over her body.
"I-I'm up, I'm up so please get these things off of me!" She wriggled out of the grasp of my shadowy tentacles, her face turning back to give me a disgusted look.
"Okay, the first step to fixing whatever the hell you were trying to do before I got here is a proper stance. You're foot work is shit, but it's less shit than the way you use your hands like someone who's five foot three would use them. You're tall, keep that off-hand out as a screening tool to keep your opponent back. When they get right to edge of your off-hand that's when you hit 'em with a jab. Here try it on me." Her eyes lit up at my last words as she once again got into that loose stance of hers. I wonder how a girl like her developed such a stance, she looks like a street fighter.
"Here it goes, just remember you asked for it!" She stuck out her left arm just like I suggested, her wingspan was impressive as even I'm unsure if I could get in close to hit her before she could deliver a jab. But that wasn't what I wanted anyway so I casually stepped within her striking range.
A crisp jab came from her lead hand out front, my hand swatting it away. The uppercut to my chin barely missed as I stepped back. Chizue pursued, peppering me with jabs from her long arms. I stepped outside of them, and swatted away the unavoidable strikes. A small smile played on my lips as I watched her grow more and more frustrated as I dodged every one of her strikes.
"Did you know that the human body has these things called legs and that they're generally longer than arms? Crazy right—" I ducked under a roundhouse kick as a frustrated groan left Chizue's lips. Another kick collided with my forearm and forced me back, a smile growing on her blood-stained lips as she began spamming kicks that forced me to block. That smile died however when I spoke my next words.
"Fifteen minutes have passed, take off your flak jacket." She paused, I assume she was debating whether or not she should just keep hitting me. The recent memory of pain seemed to dissuade her in the end as her fingers grasped at the edge of her flak jacket before pulling it over her head.
"That was dirty!" She pointed at me as she yelled, a white haze growing from her body as she released her geist. Unlike Akari whose aura was smooth and soft like silk, Chizue's felt like you were standing right next to a sand grinder studded in diamond grit. Choppy waves of geist roiled over her body in a sloppy imitation of release, she had most likely never used the technique herself and was only going off of observation alone. Honestly, it was an impressive display as geist is usually fickle and hard to tame, and yet here she is in maybe her second exorcist fight using it.
"In the world of exorcists those who play fair lie at the bottom dead, only the cunning sur—!" I dodged under a kick coated with geist. "Very good, now you get it! Being a bastard willing to use anything to your advantage is how you make it in this world!" I blocked another kick, the sound of its impact sounding like a shotgun. Steam drifted from my fingertips as I waved my hand. Damn that smarts, I guess it's time to use my own release.
"Aww did Mr. big bad sensei hurt his wittle h—!"Killing intent is a potent weapon in the right hands and Chizue learned that the hard way. Her long legs gave out as she collapsed on her knees, and her light brown eyes looked at me as if I were the devil. And honestly she wasn't that far off in that assessment. Geist gives emotions physical form and transmits them easily, that's why sin is such a deadly thing in this world. So when I channeled my nasty desire to kill her should she reveal any information about our time in her mind she felt the sensation of my hands wrapping around her neck.
"Don't get cocky, I could kill you at any point and I would in no way feel remorse for doing so. To me you're nothing more than a novelty, a little doll I'll play with but should you do something to anger me I won't hesitate to crush that pretty little neck of yours!" I growled those last words out as the girl stood back up on shaky feet, her geist flickering like a candle. Her will to fight was on the verge of breaking, I guess she needs some motivation.
"—ghk!" The crisp sound of the back of my hand crashing against her cheek filled the eerie quiet
of her mind space. Her head tilted to the side and before I could deliver another slap she released her elemental aura. A gust of wind flung me back, my feet skidding across the concrete as I fought to keep my balance. Chizue stood at the center of the tempest, her aura glowing yellow like a certain Saiyan transformation.
"Good, show me what you've got!" She stepped off of the ground like a speeding bullet. Fast, not Charlotte fast but definitely faster than most. No wonder the headmistress visited her personally to ask her to attend, she's a diamond in the rough.
I blocked a kick aimed at my dick with my thigh, a jab to my gut landing while I was busy protecting the family jewels sent me bowling over into the dark courtyard out from under the roof of the outdoor hallway. My back crashed into the trunk of the looming tree, and Chizue loomed over me, her fist coated in glowing yellow blades of wind. The air around it looked like a drill as it spun ready to pierce flesh. Sinking into the shadows I dodged just in time as her punch connected with the tree splintering bark and tearing deep into the flesh of the tree.
"Fucker, where did you go!?" Chizue screamed her flare in temper sending battering gusts of wind around her in a ring. I stood on one of the branches of the tree above her head, my own aura was molded into a shadowy bow staff as I dropped down. She looked up just in time for me to deliver an overhead strike with the weapon as it cracked across the girls skull sending her collapsing to the floor. Her lights went out as she hit the ground.
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