"Emmie…"
"Huh?"
My red-haired friend looks at me with her bright eyes and smile, just short of asking for praise. However, the words I want to say get stuck in my throat.
Being able to read minds means even roundabout questions can bring out the answer you are looking for. That is how I found three girls who are in the grades above us who have been turned into personal cocksleeves through the tutoring classes of previous years.
They have been tamed in body and mind, broken to the point of enjoying being used. When your thoughts are exposed, the same goes for your weak points, your breaking point.
I want to tell Emmie what I found. I want to tell her that the girl she told me committed suicide had reasons she could not have imagined. I want to tell her to stop showing that brightly smiling face full of anticipation when thinking about that monster. But I stop myself.
Since the beginning, I have refrained from invading Emmie's privacy, but she remains an open book, one Tyne likes to peruse through.
"Since you have already asked, that's good. Let's go to my place after school."
"Okay~."
"Now let's go. You will help me clean up."
This time, Emmie has the decency to smile sheepishly as she looks at the white stain on my top. She blushes, and runs back to the classroom. I shake my head, and turn to walk away. On the way to the restroom, however, she comes back with a small bag in hand.
Now I think she feels embarrassed because she pushes me inside. She pulls out a bunch of tissues, wets them, and starts wiping my chest. Given that we are both girls, there is no need to overthink things, but I feel a tingle every time she pushes against my chest.
The cold of the moistened tissues transmits to me and gives me a chill.
"Alright, enough. I will do the rest myself."
"Do you want to wash? We can go to the locker rooms. You can take it off you too to clean it better too."
I look down, and I think that will be better. But, I don't feel like seeing the day through to the end:
"Emmie, what do you say we skip the rest of the day?"
"Are you not feeling well?"
Emmie wipes her hand on her skirt and places it on my forehead.
"You don't have a fever, and you said before that you are alright."
I roll my eyes. I can't tell her that our teacher has spent the whole class disgusting me with fantasies he should not have. He has exhausted my heart.
"Just tell our chemistry teacher that I'm not feeling well. He will not doubt you since I hurried out of the class just now. At most, say that we will be counting on him for the tutoring class in case we miss anything."
Emmie's eyes brighten because my idea might well allow us to skip class. She immediately hurries back to the classroom.
I shake my head with a smile and shout after her.
"Remember to pack up my things!"
*** ***
"What are you reading?"
Emmie and I are in my room, at home. My plan worked. I can even imagine that pervert's smile turning even more gentle when Emmie returned to inform him and he read her mind.
I basically confirmed that I will be jumping into his web, and l even handed him the opportunity to deepen his approachable persona. Leave a good impression on the prey to lower its guard.
The upperclassman we came across while leaving flashes through my mind, before I return my attention to Emmie. She is on my bed, lying on her belly while supporting herself on her elbows, and with a book before her.
But she is too absorbed to answer my question, so I walk over, climb onto the bed, and sit on her waist.
"Max! Are you done?"
Only now does she feel stunned. She really should work on her awareness of her surroundings. I slap her on her back without much strength.
"Yes, I'm done. Don't you see what I'm wearing?"
I only have a towel around my chest, going under my armpits, just that it is big enough to reach my thighs, and I have a smaller one wrapped around my hair.
Emmie opens her mouth in realization. I lean over her, and take a look at the book on the bed.
"I almost thought you have changed. So it is a novel you are reading. Love from the ashes?"
I recognize the book because we read it online last year till the last update was released. I just did not expect Emmie to buy it after it has been published and read it again.
This time, it is her turn to roll her eyes at me.
"What? You think I skipped class to read a textbook? Get off me, you are heavy."
Emmie tilts herself from side to side but I hold strong and laugh:
"I'm not heavy. You are just too weak. Or maybe you are tired because of all the luggage you carry around everyday."
"Damn you, Max! You are just jealous! Get off me!"
"Hahaha… Who is jealous of who? I remember someone who is tired of the perverts filled with raging hormones both at school and outside on the street."
"I will have you know that I'm very proud of my body! Now get down!"
"Ah!"
Emmie pushes more strongly and I fall onto the bed. She jumps onto me and starts tickling me with vengeance.
"Hahaha, Emmie, stop. Hahahaha, stop, stop. I was wrong, stop–"
My face must have turned red already. When Emmie stops, I feel relieved and I try to catch my breath, but then I feel the air on my naked skin. I look down in shock and see my towel unwrapped at some point during our scuffle.
A warmth rises up in me, different from the one from our activities. I look up, and I see Emmie focused on my chest, more precisely, on my naked small breasts.