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beast, Kerberos. Breathing out a puff of air that had the stench of bloody meat on the petrified Yumiko, the beast roared. Yumiko's stomach twisted so powerfully that she felt almost as if her intestines were being gouged out, and her vission blurred. Unable to withstand the shock, she passed out.

    Yumiko was brought to her senses by the sensation of an unusual heat, and the sound of intermittent panting. The surrouding area was dim and gloomy, and the only thing she felt was one of her cheeks pressed to the cool ground.
    Oh, right! That monster...!
    As Yumiko sat upright, Ohara, bound to a leather chair, entered her field of vision. She was wearing a strange helmet and breathing heavily. Next to her, Nakajima was staring at a computer display, an eerily cold smile on his handsome face.
    "Nakajima..." As Yumiko blurted out her surprise, someone grabbed her right shoulder. Yumiko gulped back her words as she looked around.
    Standing behind her was Takai Ken'ichi. Normally Takai was weak-willed and reasonable, but now he looked at her with a hollow stare as if almost possessed by something, and Yumiko certainly didn't think he knew where he was or could even recognize her. Furthermore, there were two other students garbed in black robes in the room, standing still with a look like sleepwalkers.
    At that moment, Ohara's heavy breathing got stronger. Furiously panting and writhing her body around, she was giving off a ghastly aura that seemed as if it would pollute the soul of anyone that came close to her.
    Yumiko cried out. "What is this!? What have you done to the teacher?"
    Takai tried to force Yumiko to the ground, but Nakajima slowly raised his hand to stop him. At his signal, Takai's strong hand stiffly moved away from Yumiko's sholder.
    "You're....Shirasagi Yumiko, was it? Come and have a look at this. It's fascinating."
    As Yumiko stood up, she noticed that part of her skirt was torn, as if a dog had bitten it. At that moment, she realized that the beast she had seen earlier was all too real.
    Nakajima pointed to the screen of the terminal connected to Ohara's helmet by a cable. There onscreen was a magnificent bronze statue of a youth, like an ancient Greek sculpture. No, it couldn't be a sculpture. The divinely beautiful image was calmly moving, as if life had been breathed into it. The image zoomed in to a view of the youth's head and chest. His expression displayed an intellect beyond anything a human could hope to have, and his jet black eyes looked almost like two black holes that would absorb everything they gazed on.
    "That's the demon Loki." Nakajima spoke into Yumiko's ear.
    "This is just CG, isn't it?" Yumiko's eyes remained glued to the screen.
    "If I could think up a demon this realistic and draw it, I wouldn't have to go to school in the first place. No, this is a real demon. Though I imagine you won't believe that."
    Loki flexed his muscular chest onscreen. It was shining black, and covered with scales. At that moment, Yumiko noticed that Ohara's gasps were in perfect synch with Loki's movements. The next instant, she realized what that meant and gasped.
    "That's right. Professor Ohara and Loki are having a little fun together right now. In the virtual world, that is." For some reason Nakajima spat out the words as if slightly upset.
    Ohara was getting closer and closer to orgasm. Her heaving chest, covered in sweat, was visible through her open blouse. Her body had entirely accepted the invisible demon in the virtual world. At that moment, Yumiko noticed a faint blue haze floating about the area of Ohara's chest. Furthermore, that haze was increasing in thickness, and an unbearable stench assaulted her nostrils. Looking confused, Nakajima knelt in front of Ohara with his handheld computer in one hand, typing on the keyboard while waving a sensor rod around the area. As Ohara cried out and lost consciousness, the blue haze dissipated.
    Nakajima let out a deep sigh of relief. In his expression, Yumiko