A/N: 50 POWER STONES + 2 REVIEWS = 1ST BONUS CHAPTER
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I'm happy I cut off the connection earlier. I can't stand imagining myself enjoying what happened back in there. And I know I would have enjoyed it, even though I would loathe it, because the body is just like that. With the right hormones, the right simulations, it can follow what has been programmed in the genes. But I will feel filthy after that.
I rest against the wall to calm my breathing, to wait for my body to finish sweating and letting all the stress out. The growing noise of the school actually helps me calm down, and my heart finally regains its normal rhythm.
I clench my hands over my phone with such strength that anyone would think I'm testing its durability. I exhale, and push myself away from the wall to go to my classroom. But nothing prepared me for the meeting right after stepping into the next corridor.
"Professor Tyne!"
"Max!"
My exclamation carries nervousness, and in part, fear. His face only carries surprise, one a little too big for his own taste.
"Max, are you feeling better?"
"Yes, Mr Tyne. Thank you for your concern."
"But you don't look well."
I blink, not even able to wait for my heart to calm down.
'Is she afraid of me? Does she know something? Maybe she found something when asking about my tutoring class. Did something say something?'
My eyes narrow. I force myself to reply with less nervousness.
"I don't want to skip more classes, so I didn't stay at home. I might just sit the sports class out."
"Oh, I see. Then take care of yourself, Max."
"I will, professor."
Tyne smiles at me, and turns to leave, but his mind was saying something else.
'I need to visit my pets one by one to ensure they said nothing. It would be a pity that their naked photos and videos with filled up pussies stop being for my sole enjoyment.'
I clench my fists in anger, but when I speak, my voice is normal.
"Professor, I missed the end of your class yesterday. Can we start the tutoring classes today? I might not be able to understand everything today either."
"Of course, certainly. It is my duty as a teacher to help you with your grades after all."
"Thank you, professor."
I exhale in relief and joy, in gratitude as well, and Tyne's smile becomes more sincere, more gentle and approachable, before he turns around and walks away.
"Then make sure to take care of yourself."
"Yes, professor."
My voice is bright, like a true girl with feelings of admiration or something like that. But inside, all I feel as I look at the back going away in the growing throng of students is a chill, as well as a numbing, suffocating guilt.
I don't want to, but I imagine what Tyne will do to his 'pets', his victims. I feel bad, but I also know there is nothing I can do. What I'm planning is already the best possible way to put an end to everything, not bring about just a short bout of relief.
I exhale and push everything out of my head. I go to my classroom and turn on my mobile data. There is wifi in the school, but I'd rather leave as little things to chance as possible. Even the wifi may be like a window opened to let people sneak a peek at what I'm doing, even a door to intervene.
I look around, then I upload the audio recording I made onto the cloud, actually not just one, but three clouds. Only then do I feel a little secure, just a little bit.
At that moment, Emmie arrives.
"Max! You came early after sk–"
I roll my eyes when Emmie manages to catch herself. She comes closer and lowers her voice to continue.
"Why did you come so early after skipping classes yesterday?"
"Not everyone sleeps in like you."
My retort makes Emmie recoil and look at me with disbelieving eyes. Fortunately, my skin has thickened slightly ever since my life changed. But I still blush a little. My words are really lacking in credibility, considering only recently I started taking care of my body to keep healthy and become, if not stronger, at least more in control.
Exercising has made me more energetic, more healthy, so I turn away from Emmie's gaze.
"You should try exercising, that will help you with your unhealthy habits."
I catch Emmie's skeptical look from the corner of my eyes.
"Not only do you like science now, but you are reading books, making plans, and exercising!?"
Yeah, that seems like some big changes. And that is only what I have shown, and what she has noticed.
I roll my eyes.
"Stop it and let's go. I have an excuse to avoid sport class, but you don't. We shouldn't be late."
"I bet you will sit this class out."
I just smile. Emmie knows me too well, and her envy only makes the situation sweeter.
However, my smile can't remain when I return to the section with the gym equipment storage. Seeing that closed door not far, my heart suddenly feels stuffy.
I let Emmie pull me to the locker room. There is nothing much to see or feel when we change our clothes, at least that is what anyone would think. Not only have we bathed together before, but there is also what happened yesterday that we don't seem to pay much attention to. But my eyes go to the tits shaking in the red bra at the side, and the red, modest but classy panties Emmie is wearing safety briefs over below her flat but fleshy stomach. And at the same time, her eyes are going over smooth skin, my flat stomach with little to no fat, my simple underwear, and my not-so-prominent chest.
Our gazes meet. She smiles widely at me, before she takes off her bra to let her breast down. She presses them together for me to see, then wears her sports bra.
I level a soft glare at her lack of care for where we are, and leave, because I've already finished changing. But I'm speechless, because another relationship of mine has changed.