Chapter 86 My Slave

Professor Jennifer fumed with fury as she lost the dual to Suzuka. With gritted teeth, she forced herself to congratulate her opponent, but the words came out with a cruel edge. "I have lost, and it's clear that you are strong," she sneered. "But let's be honest, you're nothing more than a scum who preys on the weak. At least you had the decency to keep our fight clean and fair, without resorting to dirty tricks. Congratulations on your hollow victory, Helen. May it haunt you forever that even with all your dirty tactics, you still can't match my true strength."

"Wow, Professor! What a sore loser, jeez." 

  With a sneer, Professor Jennifer looked down at Suzuka and spat, "It's clear that you are a master at swordplay, and I have no interest in wasting my time teaching someone who already knows it all. You're dismissed from my classes effective immediately." She paused, relishing the confusion she saw in Suzuka's eyes.

 "Oh, but don't worry, dear. You'll still have the chance to show off your skills on the final test day. After all, it would be a shame for you to miss out on the chance to flaunt your superiority in front of your less-talented peers. You're free to do as you please, but I doubt you'll find much satisfaction in anything other than showing off." With a final smirk, she turned and walked away.

Jennifer diligently carried on with the class, along with her students, while Suzuka opted to wait for the next lesson to commence. As she waited, she found herself observing the uneventful and monotonous sparring sessions between other students, which left her feeling a tad bored.

However, after a seemingly endless hour, the combat training session finally came to an end, and it was time for a new lesson. While Professor Wong made her exit, Professor Silva remained, indicating that the magic box power control class was about to begin. Suzuka's eyes lit up with enthusiasm, as she knew that this was one of the most fascinating classes on the syllabus.

As the students settled into their seats, Professor Silva commenced the class, explaining the intricacies of controlling the magical energy that flowed through the box. After finishing explaining the intricate workings of the magic box to her students, and to ensure they understood the concept, she assigned them a practical exercise. The task involved practicing their aim and precision by hitting targets.

As the only barrier magic user among the students, Silvia was given a unique challenge by Professor Silva. She was assigned to Sterling, a particularly kind-hearted student who had previously offered to help her train. Sterling's generosity was matched only by his skill in handling complex magic, and Professor Silva believed he would be the perfect partner for Silvia to practice her abilities.

Silvia was hesitant about the task, knowing that her barrier magic is only at 1 star. However, Sterling insisted on supporting and encouraging her. She had no choice now, with Sterling sweet talking to the professor she is forced to take the role. Pushing herself to her limits.

 As they practiced, Sterling patiently waited for an opening when the professor wasn't looking to torment Silvia.

With a warm and supportive look, Professor Silva stood and observed Sterling as he practiced with Silvia. While Sterling appeared to be a model student, eagerly following Silva's instructions and accepting her compliments and guidance, Silva didn't know. Beneath the surface, Sterling was nothing more than a cruel and sadistic monster, waiting for the right opportunity to show his true colors.

As Silva turned her back on the pair, confident in the knowledge that Silvia was in good hands with her trusted student, Sterling's eyes lit up with gleeful and malevolent energy. Slowly but surely, he began to increase the intensity of his fireball attacks, relishing in the sight of Silvia's suffering as she struggled to keep up with his relentless assault.

With every passing moment, Sterling pushed Silvia past her limits, driving her to the brink of exhaustion and beyond. And all the while, Silva remained oblivious to the true nature of her prized pupil, completely unaware of the unspeakable horrors he was inflicting upon her other students.

But one thing was certain - if Silva ever discovered the truth about Sterling's sadistic tendencies, she would make sure he paid dearly for his crimes. For in her eyes, there was no greater sin than using one's power to torment and torture others for their own sick pleasure. And she would stop at nothing to make sure justice was served.

A loud knock on the doors echoed through the training room. Professor Silva announced that she will be stepping out for a few minutes and that everyone behaves and continues with the practice.

As soon as the professor turned her back, Sterling's malevolent nature emerged. He was delighted that he can deliver the punishment without any restraints now with the professor gone. He reveled in the agony he inflicted on Silvia, gradually intensifying the ferocity of his fireball assaults. He took pleasure in pushing her beyond her physical and emotional limits, reveling in her torture. 

First, he summoned tiny fireballs and relentlessly hurled them at Silvia, savoring every agonizing moment. He then escalated his attack, increasing the size and power of each fireball until they slammed Silvia with the force against the wall. Despite her weak and pathetic attempts to protect herself with a flimsy barrier, Silvia felt like a helpless insect being mercilessly crushed under the boots of a cruel tormentor. With each fiery blast, Sterling cackled with delight, relishing in the pain and suffering he inflicted on his victim.

She fell to the ground, desperately guarding against a fireball barrage. Silvia writhed in agony as the fireball barrage rained down upon her. She futilely attempted to protect herself, but her efforts were in vain. Each impact felt like a searing hot dagger piercing her flesh. Her screams of pain and pleas for mercy fell upon deaf ears, as her assailant continued his ruthless assault without a shred of remorse.

As the seconds ticked by, Silvia's strength waned, and she could feel herself on the brink of collapse. But the torment didn't stop. The fireballs kept coming, and with each one, she felt her life slipping away. Despite her best efforts, her magical barrier was no match for the onslaught, and she could feel every single blow.

As Silvia writhed on the ground, shielding herself from the relentless barrage of fireballs, she looked like a wounded animal, vulnerable and helpless. Her screams of agony only fueled his desire to see her suffer more. 

"Come on, Silvia," he taunted, "you can do better than that. I thought you were supposed to be a barrier mage."

 Her feeble attempts to protect herself only made him more eager to break through her defenses and leave her at his mercy. With every hit, he could see the pain etched on her face, yet she refused to give up. It was almost admirable but ultimately futile. Silvia was no match for him, and he enjoyed every moment of her suffering.

 As she finally collapsed from exhausting herself, he stopped, relishing in the sight of her defeated form. As Professor Silva entered the room, she was immediately alarmed by the sight before her. Silvia lay collapsed on the ground, gasping for air and writhing in pain and exhaustion. In an instant, the professor rushed over to the fallen student, her heart racing with concern and fear.

Looking up, she saw Sterling standing nearby, looking somewhat sheepish and guilty. With a fierce look in her eyes, Professor Silva demanded answers. "What happened here, Sterling?" she asked her voice firm and commanding. "Why is Silvia in such a state? Did you have something to do with this?"

As Sterling hesitated, his eyes darting nervously around the room, the professor's anger grew. Turning back to Sterling, Professor Silva's voice was laced with anger.

"You need to tell me everything that happened," she said, her eyes locking onto his. "And you better start talking fast, because I am not leaving until I get to the bottom of this."

While putting on an act of a sense of urgency and deep concern, Sterling hurried over to Silvia's side, and without hesitation, he enveloped her in a warm embrace, holding her close. His eyes were filled with a mixture of fear and desperation and fake tears. It was evident that he was struggling to find the right words to say. Finally, after stumbling over his words, he managed to speak.

"It wasn't me," he began, his voice quivering with emotion. "I swear. It all happened so fast. Helen, that woman...she did it. She wanted to frame me, to tarnish my reputation. She used her magical powers to hurt Silvia. I would never commit such a barbaric act. I like Silvia, and I would never do anything to hurt her."

He turned to Silvia, his eyes threatening her to confirm his story. "You know it's the truth, Silvia. Tell them. Tell them that I'm not lying."

Silvia's face was twisted in pain, and she struggled to find the strength to speak. "It's true," she managed to say, her voice barely above a whisper. "Sterling wouldn't hurt me. He loves me. It was Helen. She's the one who did this."

Sterling let out a sigh of relief and held Silvia even closer, while pretending to hug her he whispered in her ear, "Good, very good my punching bag. That's the way."

With a twisted sneer on her face, the teacher spewed venomous accusations at Suzuka. The truth was crystal clear, yet Suzuka stood there, calm and emotionless, taking in the teacher's vicious tirade.

 The teacher's rage boiled over as she turned to Suzuka, her eyes blazing with fury. "You again!" she bellowed. "What is wrong with you, you sick, twisted monster? You're nothing but a savage, a beast who takes pleasure in inflicting pain on innocent students. Are you trying to prove that you're cut above the rest? You adventurers are all the same, heartless and cruel. I don't ever want to see your despicable face in my class again. You're only allowed to come back for your final exam, and that's it. I refuse to waste my time and energy on a depraved creature like you."

Suzuka sneered at the professor who criticize her, the contempt in her voice dripping with cruelty. "Your opinions are irrelevant to me. Frankly, I couldn't care less about what you think of me." She sneered even more and continued, "Your pathetic class is a complete waste of time. It's no wonder you have nothing of value to offer." 

And with that said she walked off the training room and headed to the next facility for her next class. 

Sterling's body remained still, but inside his mind, he was doing a gleeful dance. He was ecstatic that his poor acting had fooled everyone. "I can hardly believe it," he thought, "but it worked! Those gullible fools actually bought my act." He relished the feeling of power and control. "Now, I can do whatever I want and they will believe me, no matter how ridiculous my claims may be."

A wicked grin spread across his face as he thought about the "passive girl" he had in mind for his amusement. "Oh, I will have so much fun with her," he mused, "She will be my torture slave, and I will make sure that fool adventurer gets blamed for everything." His mind raced with possibilities for the future, all of which revolved around sadistic acts he can enjoy. "Whatever I say, Silvia will agree with me," he chuckled to himself, "I am the one in charge now."

Sterling couldn't contain his excitement and burst into maniacal laughter. His thoughts of domination over others filled him with a sense of euphoria. He felt invincible, and he couldn't wait to see what other fun he could have with his slave.