A/N: 50 POWER STONES + 2 REVIEWS = 1ST BONUS CHAPTER
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Nothing happened yesterday. After shocking me and licking my finger, Emmie simply stood behind me, her chest against my back, and we took the shower. We spent the rest of the day without mentioning what happened, nor did we touch the sexual tension that we have left buried just below the surface.
She continued reading her novel, while I went through my extracurricular books. With my new learning cheat, science has become a new love of mine, and my plans will certainly change, but management, project management, data analysis and all will still be useful. Only the degree of usefulness will differ.
Anyway, Emmie did not sleep at my place yesterday. Right now, I'm walking alone to the school building. I don't react much to the attention all the girls, especially the ones who are beautiful, receive, and I try to keep my mind out of the minds of others. After all, pollution is something to avoid when possible. But more than that, there are not many who have already arrived.
I came early today. It is not for any other reason than the senior student I crossed paths with while leaving yesterday. She is what would have been called in my past life a Latina.
Beautiful with dark hair, tanned skin, brown eyes. She is shapely like a more mature version of Emmie from a different origin. I can see why Tyne has locked his sight onto her.
If there is a list of girls boys would like to fuck, she must be on it, and not in a low position. That is how good her appearance is. And she is the quiet type too. Maybe that is something else that has prompted my dear chemistry teacher into preying on her.
The type to keep things to herself, to leave her life without the desire to fight tooth and nail to be the center of attention. If I was a boy, she is the one I would have wanted as my girlfriend. Girls like her, silent but strong inside, are the kind to support you with everything they have as soon as they start loving you. They do not ask for much, but they can give all of themselves. And that makes Tyne even more disgusting.
I turn around and meet that same senior walking down the corridor. I pretend to go to my class but I take another path to reach the gym equipment storage. I stop around the corner and I see the dark-haired senior, after looking around, open the door. She hesitates, and I feel the trepidations inside her, but she caves in to the weight that has been put on her for more than one year, for ever since she turned sixteen years old.
She slowly goes inside, and closes the door, before locking it. The last image in my head is that of my chemistry teacher she saw sitting in the shadows inside the equipment room, his posture as if a king waiting for his slave.
I gulp, not only because of the senior's fear, but also because of my own that springs up.
I just caught on how dangerous the pervert predator who is also a teacher is. If he catches me, I don't even want to think about what will happen to me.
I take out my phone to put it on silent mode. Then, I open two apps, the recording app, and the camera. That way, I won't have to do it again. I will just check which one will do a better job, and bring it out from the background.
I'm happy I wore sneakers today. My footsteps make no sound. I approach the door and paste myself to the wall beside it. Finally, I listen in on the meeting I knew would happen since catching the thoughts of the Latina senior yesterday.
"Good, you came."
That is Tyne's voice.
I go to the camera and check something I have forgotten. I turn off the automatic flash, and lower my phone to see if I can catch the scene that is happening inside and film it.
My heart pounds, and I hear the voice trying to hide a quiver of the senior.
"Professor Tyne."
"Hm?"
"Ma– Master."
"It seems I have yet to make you accept me totally."
"..."
"Did you forget that it is thanks to me you managed to get into the science stream to pursue your dream?"
"I even helped your family when your siblings were starving."
Tyne's voice goes from deep to soft, as if he was truly a friend, a respectable adult, but all I can hear are threats, and psychological weight being used to pull down the girl.
My chest is heaving, but not in anger. I feel too nervous to feel anything right now. I hurriedly check and find that the door is too low for my camera to catch anything. So I shift to the recording app and point the microphone toward the dim interior of the room.
Then Tyne speaks again.
"Of course, you can be like Larissa. You can go to the highest building around and jump down, I won't stop you. I didn't stop her."
I can feel the fear of the senior student. It is dripping from her like how excitement has been dripping from my pussy yesterday. The feeling is far from being enjoyable, but I instinctively latch on to it, because I want to know, I don't want to miss anything that will allow me to pull that narcissistic arrogant bastard down.
With fear, came submission. Tyne must have read it too. In the senior's head, I see the image of his white teeth in the shadows. They are gleaming with satisfaction, like a predator whose prey is finally ready.
"Come here."
"..."
"Kneel down."
"..."
"Take your out to cow jugs."
I close my eyes. It is not to focus, no. It is because I feel so disturbed that I have to do that to keep my mind from wandering, to keep myself from deviating from the plan.
I tell myself, if I don't end everything in one move, the danger will only grow. I will be in danger. Emmie will be in danger. Liz will be in danger, and the lives that have been destroyed will keep being destroyed, if they are not broken further.
The senior's mind feels like my own as I feel her plunge her hand in her neckline, and pull her breasts out of her clothes. It is so degrading that I close my eyes tighter, and I struggle to keep my breath silent.
"Then show your teacher that you like it. Pinch your nipples, and pull them down as much as you can. Maybe you have started lactating with all my efforts."
I grit my teeth because I feel Tyne's foot stroke the panties exposed due to the skirt rising upward.
"Good. You are dripping."
And indeed, the senior is dripping. That is how much she has been broken after a year of being trained. My mind seems to become two minds, because I feel Tyne's satisfaction, and on the other side, I feel numbness to a body that reacts on its own.
"Unfortunately, I still won't get to taste your milk. I wonder if we need to get you pregnant. What do you say?"
"..."
"Sigh, no reaction?"
The sound of a belt being unfastened comes, followed by a zipper being pulled down, then the words that makes me cut off any connection with the mind inside:
"At least show some love to little Tyne. Wake it up properly before we inspect your slutty pussy. You can do that, can't you?"