Aide's Secret

Name: Aide Antares
Alias: Ganymede No. 8
Age: 14
Height: 127cm
Weight: 30kg
Hair Color: Black
Eye Color: Burgundy
Zodiac Sign: Scorpio
Birthday: November 21
Favorite Color: Dark Red
Favorite Cake: Coconut Cake

So far, I have the Lolita Project, the Bayin Brothers, the PIKUMAN, and the Eto Clan. Now guess what? Here’s a new addition to the Shonen Academy. Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome the Dionysian Experience!

Like the Eto Clan, the Dionysian Experience doesn't have a specific storyline; they do, however, share the same promotional reasons as the other "teams". Like the Lolita Project, Bayin Brothers, and Eto Clan, there are twelve individuals in the Dionysian Experience; however, there are also two extra members as well, just like the PIKUMAN team. The Dionysian Experience is where I’m going to have to leave my comfort zone, since there’s going to be lots of mature content for this team.

All of the Ganymedes had dreams, until that fateful encounter with a mystery man unofficially nicknamed “The Pedagogue” changed their lives forever. Now forced into an almost everlasting contract, these boys are forever bound to the horrors that they must deal with for the rest of their insignificant lives.

Aide may be on the top of the food chain when it comes to dominance, but there was a time where he too suffered humiliation. A tall stranger appeared before the boy and applauded him for his powerful force regardless of his size, to which Aide was unsure whether to take that as a compliment or insult. The stranger challenges Aide with a small test, telling him to meet at the spectacular room; Aide nonchalantly accepted. By the time Aide arrived, the doors locked itself and laughter echoed throughout the room. Two arms suddenly grabbed the boy and slammed onto a balance beam, as it held his wrists together by plastic wrist ties, pulled his trousers down, and bound his ankles with the same ties. One hand held the corners of Aide’s mouth open, while another grabbed some black rubber straps and forced a bushel into the boy’s mouth before shutting him up with another. As it listened to the boy struggle, the stranger grabbed a metal baton and eyed the boy’s behind. Aide felt a harsh pain surge through his body but he stifled his own scream by flailing his bound arms. The stranger grasped onto Aide’s head and held him down while jabbing the baton another four times. Aide almost made a peep but somehow managed to swallow it. Praised by the boy’s obstinacy, the stranger then latched a hand onto Aide’s face, trying to stifle yet at the same time strangle a squeal, and continuously drilled the baton. Blood spewed out from Aide’s behind after the eighth jab, as he finally choked a squeal through the rubber heaps stuffed in and over his mouth. The stranger whispered to the ill-fated boy that his determination earned him his victory and the title Ganymede No. 8.