((NOTE! Due to the potential of weird rule-toeing shenanigans about Saira that Madison is reviewing, I will more-or-less be very light on the aspects in question - elements of the new backstory, and especially the supernatural elements - until either they're approved or disapproved and changed to match. Better safe than sorry~))

It had been a few days, now. A few days back in the groove of things, a few days taking her classes again. Saira was slowly getting back used to the daily life of a Shokushu student, after cleaning her dorm block and getting her class schedule in order, of course. So today the girl found herself now in a hallway, heading towards the social sciences department, where the relatively sedate Archaeological Computer Technology class was soon starting. Small class, close together, working with specialized programs just like they did in the real field. A nice quiet start to Saira's day.

That's, at least, what she thought while she walked about with only a backpack to weigh down or obscure her very standard (and, naturally, very revealing) uniform. Even her more average C-cups were straining against the likely custom-fit top, and the skirt was literally embarrassingly short, but, well. Saira just had to deal with it for now! She already had before, even if she still caught herself pulling at the skirt ever so often to adjust it. It just wouldn't stay! Stopping to fuss with it, at least, helped her appreciate the scenery better.

...Or anything else...

It was early in the morning. Even for her usual routine, this was very strange of the goddess of fertility and beauty to go hunting for students when classes were just starting. Halls were busy, classrooms were full. Few places of Shokushu seemed appropriate to take a vulnerable girl for her pleasure and need for sexual juices. Nevertheless, this time Elizia had decided to push it, a hunch told her she would get something out of it. And among the groups of hurrying students had gone the ethereal form of her, accompanied by her loyal servant Gii, who tried to keep up with his master and the rest of the students.

Her catch seemed perfect. Like a hawk she had watched the girl that expected nothing wrong of a small turn to the restroom. Minutes passed and her class had started surely, the halls were emptying now. But she never came out. And she probably wouldn't until later in the afternoon and possibly not even by her own feet. She was in the deity's claws, and one couldn't get out once she had her eyes set on you. No sign of the attack would be noticed. With the exception of an archeology student that was diligently heading to her class. An impressive loud cry came out of the restroom door. Not loud enough for the people in the classrooms to notice, but enough for her to hear it. It wasn't one of pain either... The moment the student would see the door, it seemed to grow larger and larger, mysterious and tempting. Probably another girl fell on the floor or broke her nail. Nothing important, she should continue her way. But curiosity always kills the cat.

It was a noise that couldn't be ignored. It was an impulse that made her react to it, that Saira always knew. That same instinct that variously got her into trouble, or got her out of it. Of course, her own inner hunch suggested that today's result would be 'into', but... but but but... It just couldn't be ignored! Illogically insisting on the dangerous course of action because you had to know: Surely that was the way to be, right?

Let's not answer that.

So, in spite of herself, in spite of probably missing or at least being late to her first class, Saira went ahead and went for that door. It was just the restroom door, so it wasn't that much to open it. To walk inside, slowly, curiously. Saira wasn't entirely sure what she expected to see, if anything, but she wanted to make sure it was alright, all the same. "Hey... you alright? Everything okay in there?"

Though she was really delved into abusing the poor girl before the door was opened, she felt the presence of another student. And as Elizia turned her head towards the direction of the restroom door, she could see through the stall's closed door at the slowly approaching student. And along with her presence she could sense and see a big cloud made of strands of curiosity floating around her. Everyone could have opened the door to check, but her impulse was so great that her lateness for class was partially ignored in order to check. Did she simply cared for the well-being of one of her classmates? No, she had to know the source and reason of the scream.

Saira would see an empty bathroom; no one checking her hair before the mirror, no noises. But if she looked below the stalls' walls, she would see two pairs of legs, one dressed according to the standard uniform rules but the other wore black high heel shoes. Or did they? Not even a second later, the moment she blinked unconsciously, the second pair of legs had disappeared. It simply wasn't there and there was no sound of someone jumping to hide her feet. Looking carefully, was that just part of her imagination? The border between the floor and the wall seemed dark enough to appear as the black shoes... Nevertheless, the other pair remained there, but unlike anything that seemed normal for a girl closed in a bathroom stall. They were straightened out, limp, motionless. The skirt of the girl was only around one leg on the floor and if Saira bent down to see clearer, she would see one of the girl's hands at her side limp as well.

A clear scream of a dying girl? No way, there was no one else in the room and there was no blood either. Choked to death? She wouldn't have been able to scream. Wild imagination aside, Saira would have trouble to find a suitable reason. But she wouldn't find it hard to notice that the bathroom stall's door was open slightly ajar...

Saira... had a wild enough imagination to be able to guess what had happened. Though at the same time, she also had experience. Forgetting the last two years or not? The years before those were still clear and resonant in her mind, and those years remembered the monsters. Some even looked... human enough to have boots. Scream, limp body, another person that suddenly disappeared... It was piecing together into an unpleasant scenario. They might be gone, they might not be, but she had no choice now. She was too close. If she left, they'd still track her down. Probably mock her for leaving her fellow classmate behind like that out of cowardice. Better to face it head-on.

Silently cursing herself for this being at the start of the day, and thus waaaay too early for her to have her walking stick on-hand, the dark-skinned girl moved closer to the stall, instead holding up her particularly gigantic calculus textbook (carefully plucked from her backpack beforehand), and... stalking closer. Closer... Saira stood to the side, and then reached down with a foot to kick the door open! Tension and the urge to just get ready and hit whatever came out, though? Would probably soon evaporate.

It was then, when she felt it to be that there was nothing else there, that she'd look inside...

What carried her to the stall? Her curiosity was leading her to her own demise, she thought that as true. Everything was set up as her instincts recognized as a trap; evidence left everywhere and suspicious noises and disappearing feet. She would've done better to simply continue her way to her classroom. She had steeled herself for the inevitable, a confrontation with a monster, a big slime or a humanoid figure. The kick in the door brought nothing forward, except for a very subtle gasp. The curious student got nothing but a slam in the head from the stall's door.

"Don't you know it's busy!" yelled the student from inside. Her voice was drowsy and nervous, she appeared to have fallen asleep. Poor soul with no rest perhaps. Saira could see her feet struggling with her panties around her ankles trying to find their way back to the toilet. She was not even truly awake in reality. Controlling minds is one of Elizia's specialties, and even if some minds can turn tougher than others, any mind is no obstacle once they're unconscious. Like a puppeteer pulling the strings, she moved back the student to her position in the toilet. Quick enough, a scream echoed again. The dark skinned student would hear it coming from the right, but if she looked that way, she would see nothing but herself in the mirror. It was clearly there, a high pitched noise that died down slowly. The sound of the struggling valves for the water faucets barely working. Typical. Class was starting now, her wristwatch announced. The bathroom lights flickered weakly as she left the bathroom, a smiling deity with eyes fixed on her.

She had not been expecting that! Not at all. So, now plus one headache and a great deal of confusion, Saira reeled backwards. She nearly fell over, but managed to brace herself on the stall itself. "S-s-sorry! I heard a noi-" ...The faucet. Saira ended up staring over at the faucet like she was just played for a fool. "-se and... you looked... sounded... unconscious. I'll uh. Go. I don't need to go. I need to go but I don't need to go and uh... Oh nevermind!" Tremendous awkwardness was the order of the day, but considering that the (possible) reality of the situation would be very hard to comprehend, and that this might be one of those girls that's part of the 'special few', but is kept 'clean' with mindwipes and similar... She couldn't just say it outright.

But it happened! Saira knew it. She knew from all the creatures from other worlds from other dimensions who existed in ways we could scarce imagine and who used magic and and and... No. Breathe. This world was entirely capable of being crazy enough that those tiny impressions she got were more likely to be the truth than stress or hallucinations. But she'd have to live with that for now. Saira turned to leave, noticing the lights flickering. While she had no idea who was paying attention to her, or even consciously completely even realized it?

...Saira knew she was being watched, on an instinctual level. It was disturbing, but she still had to go to class, to act like nothing happened. That'd be safer. Right?

"Yeah, well... Whatever, just leave!" Stammered the student as she apparently struggled to get a hold of her clothes and put them on again. For the deity, it seemed that it was a very interesting beginning. As Saira's confused thoughts ran through her mind, she could notice the feelings coming from her. Suspicion, nervousness, intrigue. Eliz could tell that the dark skinned girl was not only aware of the monsters in the island but was convinced that the cause of this event was one. Without proof, she could only guess, however. If her history with them was so deep, she knew well that it could be her own mind preparing for the worst, fearing for a hunter playing with its prey with every weird thing that happened. Crazy.

This time, she was right though, but Elizia wasn't going to give her the satisfaction of knowing for sure so early. In fact, her suspicions were intriguing the deity herself. She enjoyed playing and tormenting the poor girls' lives a bit before taking them, but this one was potentially more fun. It would be much more interesting to torment her on the long run. Delving deeper into her mind, the goddess found that hers was smarter than the average. That wasn't much of a problem, but she had initiated the suspicion and it wouldn't be best to act so directly now. No, people like her collapsed by themselves; they only need a little push. To wear her out like the rest would take a bit more time to make it the most fun, so for now, Elizia was only going to mess just a little.

Saira felt she was being watched, but taking a look around, she knew it was very improbable. She found herself alone... and late. No other student was around, classes had already begun. If it wasn't a student, was it really a monster? She would guess that was a bit hard too. Taking her experience and some thought into consideration, monsters would have a hard time capturing a student among the crowd when they were busy going to class. That meant the lonely ones were vulnerable. She had to run! But... If she was correct and the student in the bathroom had been raped, that meant that she was already used to satisfy the monster. And if she was being chased, now would be the perfect time to strike her. She was safe then? Better hurry anyway. She was glad she didn't stay long in that bathroom, she could have become another victim. Giving it a second thought, wouldn't she have liked to see the student in the stall? She had curiosity to see her naked and used form, from student to a simple object. If she had done anything to her, she wouldn't know, she seemed to be out of it. No, she thought of seeing her like that only because it appeared to be the act of a monster, right? Saira wouldn't be sure herself, Elizia had started to play with her mind's thoughts already, subtly.

The girl yelling at her was more than enough to get Saira out of that bathroom, and back on the way to class. The thoughts that'd end up circulating in her mind during that walk, though... dense and confusing. She didn't know any way to tell that they were being tampered with, since the general feelings and impressions given formed her own internal monologue. Paranoia and analysis of her situation made her think to other monsters from before - ones more limited, ones less so - that could appear as they wished... it was their attention she had to be concerned about, not anything else. The most suspicious thought was the desire to see the girl for more than just curiosity, for more than just the 'war' against the monsters...

...But, even as she shuddered near the door to the classroom, Saira's mind came up with the most intensely powerful justification. Arousal born from fear. That sinking feeling of wanting to be in the victim's shoes... to admire the object out of twisted jealousy, maybe even sympathetic feelings of excitement. But all that succeeded in doing now, was make her feel nervous tingles of that arousal as she sat down, apologizing for being late, and starting to work at her terminal - as it /was/ a computer-technology class. Perhaps a little socially-isolated, with only the girls seated next to her being remotely close, due to how much room a complete computer setup took.

More time to be alone with her thoughts, as much as any of them would remain only hers...

The deity only followed Saira to her classroom, like a parent taking her daughter to the gates of a school in her first day of classes. Looking at the rest of the classmates and the teacher, Elizia started to plan quickly how she would act. Or rather, how to let Gii handle the situation. The small and funny-looking servant remained behind his mistress's back, obediently awaiting any orders. She turned around and told him to use their mix of powers to continue on the slow torment of the dark skinned student that meddled in the bathroom.

Gii could only nod vigorously before forcing the question from his mind, in a telepathic communication with the goddess. "Why?" A half sigh and half chuckle later, Elizia hit him lightly. "Why, I don't plan to keep this thirst until that girl is ready. I'm going for other girls before I have my fun with her." Naturally. She was still going to command every move from afar. Taking care of a vulnerable student while prepping Saira simultaneously wasn't a challenge after all.

The teacher seemed boring. Saira knew she had to pay attention after coming late to class, but, the things she said didn't seem interesting at all for her. Like when someone gets told what they already know, the teacher's words hit her head like an annoyance. She listened for now, but how she wished to do something else. Something more productive... Was that a flirty glance from her classmate next to her? No, that blonde student was laughing at the faces the one at the other side of Saira was making. Finding herself doing things she already seemed to know, she grew bored. Her mind kept coming back at the image of the legs of the student in the bathroom, stretched and limp. And her mind kept trying to picture how she looked... Actually, why did she have to imagine it? With a quick look at some dirty pictures on the internet, it would surely quench her growing arousal and curiosity right? The terminals were connected to the internet, and any kind of obstacle could be easily overcome by her. And the students were so far away from her, no one would be able to see what she was seeing, right?

To have the urge to do that... well. Saira had to admit, this was boring. It was a review on transferring photographic surveys into CAD programs. Emphasis, on 'review'. Saira loathed reviews, often because she made a habit of trying to learn new things relatively quickly. Wasting time on doing something over again? Despicable. Wretched. So it was established, very much, that Saira was bored.

...But to have that urge! That writhing, terrible urge to see something like that, to imagine what it looked like so vividly that she... No. That was right. She didn't have to waste that much time conjuring up the image and trying to feel good about it. Saira's hands whirled into motion. Click click. Tack-tacktack on the keyboard. She figured that if she was imagining monsters - and a very very specific scene - she'd have better luck with drawn material. Especially since image database sites were soooo easy to search. Just a few keywords here, some conspicuous resizing of the window there...

...And Saira would come up with a disturbingly close concept to what she saw. Some anime-/manga-style girl with long blonde hair slumped backwards sitting on a toilet, her legs dangling... slight sheens from sweat or perhaps monster juices covering her naked body... eyes rolled back and face contorted into a dazed, obviously-erotic grin. It was perfect. So perfect, in fact, that Saira was letting her own imaginings take over. What if it was her there? The next victim of the horror, sitting there with her mind broken by the pleasure she had felt, body dripping with the leftover fluids of a messy affair with a cruel monster.

Saira's hands moved once more. One, settled neatly on 'Ctrl+F4', ready to quickly kill the salacious browser window if anyone looked. But the other? Began to move down, and settled in a place under her skirt, rubbing her netherlips and the little button right adjacent to, through her panties. She just couldn't resist. Saira was too affected by the desires, the urges, the feelings she ended up creating out of the manipulations she unwittingly suffered!

No one really thought that one of the students in the classroom was searching for an image like that one, and not because they were all paying all of their attention to the teacher, but because it wouldn't be normal at all for a girl to look for that. And Saira knew it. But she also knew that they probably didn't know about the monsters, about the horrible and incredibly satisfying things they did to poor students like them. One of them could be even in the menu for tonight! They didn't know a thing about it, about how it felt, about how exciting it was...

No one really saw at Saira at the beginning, no one saw her hands stopping after finding what she wanted and one of them moving to beneath her skirt, to rub against her wet sex that pleaded the dark skinned student to quench her curiosity. Her clitoris gave her jolts when touched, but still she managed to keep it down and secret. But her eyes were far from surveilling her surroundings, they were glued to the image.

How she longed to be her in the picture, to be sprawled like that after being used to quench a monster's lust, to be reduced to nothing more than object, both her mind and body broken with ecstasy. Could she imagine it? Of course she could. She could see herself closing the stall's door, and while she faced the toilet and removed her panties, feel the strong hand of a monster covering her mouth and the other ripping her uniform apart. Oh, how it made her wet, how she wanted to feel it. The thrill, the struggle, the corruption, the feeling of yielding to the strength of lust. She hit the monster's chest futilely, only to be pushed against the wall and being horribly penetrated, and from there, her body stopped struggling, her hips moving with the sweet motion of pelvic thrusts impaling her as her strength left her.

She had started rubbing harder! Her breath had gone louder and surely other girls were seeing her now. With a look around, she would see that no one was paying attention to her, though some seemed a bit nervous... Their working hands gave them away, they should be working. But the teacher? Where was she? Where was her sexy teacher with black hair and curvy body whose large pair of breasts suddenly seemed to draw Saira's attention. Could teachers be targeted by monsters too? They went by ravishing vulnerable students, surely they could take advantage of a lonely and unsuspecting professor of a computer technology class. Heck, she could see the woman's glasses falling as she was being thrust from behind. Behind... her? Where was she? If Saira was quick enough, she would see that her teacher was about to turn to check the work of the students in her row, and while she was in the middle, if she didn't do anything she would be caught soon.

Those thoughts... all of them, all of them bombarded Saira's sensibilities like some kind of weapon, exploding inside of her with a payload of lust and confusion. ...Exploding. Even her metaphors were starting to make Saira get ideas. Like how it'd feel to have the beast unload whatever foul gunk pours out of its parts, flowing warmly into her... A finger slipped, and nearly jabbed her by now poor and slightly abused clit. Only sharply biting her tongue was enough to hold back the sudden yelp of pleasure (...and a bit of pain, considering) Saira so desperately wanted to release.

Nonetheless, this... this brought Saira's own concerns about being caught to the fore, finally. She felt mortified, shocked, and just... no. No, they can't see this. Regretfully, her sore fingers - the ones not playing with her delicates - that were stationed above the keycombo to close the window, let loose with their magic. It took a second, a nervous second with Saira practically squishing herself into the monitor in a desperate bid to keep anyone from seeing the rapidly-vanishing browser window (and looking rather silly in the process). But she was safe! For now!

...Saira did get the feeling she'd need to... 'go to the bathroom'... after class...

With a tremendous struggle of incredible proportions, Saira finally closed the window rather hesitantly. If it wasn't for this class, she could have masturbated herself to oblivion to try and quench her lust. Maybe if she had skipped this class, she could have been a victim of a horny monster that would rape her horny sex that longed for some pleasure. But it was futile now, she had to stay there for the rest of the class. The teacher walked slowly behind her and stayed a few seconds silent, a few seconds that seemed like an eternity. She noticed Saira's heavy breathing and her hand suspiciously close to the end of her skirt, but what made her speak out at last was the computer screen showing nothing at all.

"What are you doing Saira? You've been slacking off this whole time? Wake up now and catch up with the class." For the aroused student, the teacher had talked almost too close, her warm breath caressing her ear as she glared at the screen and patted her shoulder. She went on to the other classmates without a word, leaving Saira to herself for the rest of the class. But little did all matter when she felt the fire in her loins. After the class ended, she not only had the feeling, but the urge to go the bathroom. And what better choice than the one she got in earlier? It was the closest one to the classroom after all, and so she wouldn't waste much time before her next class. Inside, she could even get in the same stall as the girl earlier and let her fantasies get wild...

To her credit, Saira had done some token review work before the class actually ended... But only token. She had no interest in it to begin with, and to be that damn horny while doing it...? Productivity would've been impossible. She didn't risk looking for any more images, though. But no matter. Soon, very soon, the course ended. She tried to be subtle, to wait for a few, but not all, of the other girls to walk away... then merged into the crowd on the way out. Quick. Stealthy. A horny Saira who wasn't able to get her release, was surprisingly enough a cunning Saira.

That same bathroom. She made it there very easily, and practically just waltzed in, doing a quick check to see if anyone was still there, or not. Hopefully... not. Even if it were so, she only wanted the one stall. The girl practically rushed into it, in fact, once confirmed empty. Add that to frantically setting down her backpack, pulling down her skirt and panties? And you get the best position to... enjoy.

Yet something bothered her. Saira felt at least a bit of nervous anticipation. Would the monster be back? She almost hoped so, no matter how strange it felt to do so...