A month later...

One month later, Alex sits at his desk after school, reviewing essays on "The Scarlet Letter." The irony doesn't escape him. The door opens, and in walks Tiffany Rodriguez, holding a paper with an A- circled at the top.

"Alex," she says, using his first name as now mandated by school policy. "I was hoping to improve my grade on this essay. I really need an A for my college applications."

Alex leans back in his chair, enjoying the way her modified uniform reveals her toned midriff and the tops of her thighs.

"Your analysis of Puritan hypocrisy was strong," he says professionally, "but your conclusion needed more depth."

"I can rewrite it," she offers eagerly.

"That would be one approach," Alex nods. "Or we could implement an advanced recognition protocol to neurologically reinforce your understanding of the material."

Tiffany bites her lip, clearly familiar with what this entails. The new protocols have been in place for two weeks, and while not every teacher has embraced them, enough have that students understand the system.

"I think the advanced protocol would be more efficient," she says quietly.

"I agree," Alex says, standing up and locking his classroom door. "The research is quite clear on this."

He returns to his desk chair as Tiffany kneels before him, her expression a mixture of determination and resignation. This is simply how education works now at Westwood—a fact as accepted as pop quizzes and homework.

"Unbuckle my belt," Alex instructs clinically. "The protocol requires direct application of approval pheromones for maximum cognitive benefit."

Tiffany complies, her manicured fingers working his belt with practiced ease that makes Alex wonder which other teachers have "recognized" her work. She unzips his pants and reaches inside his boxers, extracting his already hardening cock.

"The research indicates that student involvement in the protocol enhances the neurological connection," Alex explains, his breath catching as her warm hand strokes him. "Begin with manual stimulation to activate the pheromone production process."

Tiffany nods, pumping his shaft with surprising skill. Alex groans, allowing himself to enjoy the sensation while maintaining his educational facade.

"Excellent technique," he praises. "Now transition to oral application to accelerate the process."

Without hesitation, Tiffany lowers her head and takes him into her mouth. The wet heat envelops him, her tongue swirling around his sensitive head. Alex fights to maintain his composure.

"The most effective protocol involves varying depth and pressure," he instructs, his voice strained. "Educational research shows that challenging techniques create stronger neural pathways."

Tiffany responds by taking him deeper, her lips stretched around his girth as she bobs her head rhythmically. Alex places a hand on the back of her head, guiding her movements under the guise of "proper technique."

"That's it," he encourages as she gags slightly from his depth. "The mild stress response actually enhances learning—neuroplasticity increases under controlled pressure."

Her eyes water as she looks up at him, but she doesn't stop. Alex feels his control slipping as pleasure builds.

"For maximum cognitive benefit," he manages to say between heavy breaths, "the final pheromone application should be external—facial exposure has shown the highest correlation with improved academic performance."

Tiffany pulls back, continuing to stroke him with her hand as she positions her face expectantly. Alex groans as his climax approaches.

"The protocol is reaching completion," he warns, his hips bucking involuntarily. "Prepare for pheromone application."

With a final thrust into her hand, Alex erupts, his cum splashing across Tiffany's face in thick ropes. She flinches slightly but maintains her position as he had instructed in the "proper protocol" documentation. Strands of his seed drip from her cheek and chin as she looks up at him expectantly.

"Excellent work," Alex says, catching his breath. "The protocol requires you to maintain pheromone contact for at least three minutes for optimal absorption. Research shows that manual distribution across facial reception points enhances the effect."

Tiffany nods and begins to smear his cum across her cheeks and forehead with her fingers, following the pseudoscientific instructions he'd established. Alex watches with dark satisfaction as she diligently completes the "protocol."

"I'll expect to see improvement in your analysis of symbolic elements in your next essay," he says professionally, tucking himself away and straightening his clothes.

"Yes, sir—I mean, Alex," Tiffany corrects herself, cum still glistening on her face. "The protocol definitely helps clarify the concepts."

"The research supports that conclusion," Alex nods sagely. "You may use the bathroom to complete your absorption process before heading to your next class."

As Tiffany gathers her things and leaves, cum still drying on her face, Alex settles back in his chair with a satisfied sigh. The power of the Trend Setter has exceeded his wildest expectations. And he's still just getting started.