Academy Rules

[Author's Notes: Chapter 100! (The 90th chapter for me.) IRL put a paper, a presentation, and an exam, each from different subjects, on my lap this week, so pardon the delay! To celebrate the arbitrarily important chapter number and to apologize for said delay, this'll be a tad longer (maybe a tad sillier) than normal! I apologize in advance as my time continues to be shortened throughout the weekend. :(]

BEEP BEEP. BEEP BEEP. BEEP BEEP.

John had just blinked right into his bedroom, fresh and naked from the shower. He made sure his mother was still sleeping before he did so, and until now that was evidence enough that no one could be witness to how he arrived in his bedroom.

BEEP BEEP. BEEP BEEP. BEEP BEEP.

The alarm to wake him was still programmed. He'd have to get rid of that, of course, and perhaps even his bed. The latter was less about sleep and more about its present condition: it was covered in the sea-blue sheets of his blanket, case-covered pillow, and the bed cover itself. Every inch of it seemed moist.

BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP-

A tunnel opened, and the alarm fell, still beeping, into the inside of the garbage bin outside. The fall yanked the power cord from the wall, and the tunnel closing sipped it up like a noodle before vanishing. His nightstand was bare, save for droplets of the same essence that soaked his mattress, and the lamp light set them to glow like diamonds. The blanket, which was utterly awash in the stuff, was tightly wrapped against and around the damp creature within, the latter whose hands still struggled to not rub the darkest stain on the blanket, that lovely little delta formed by the feminine form, that even now pooled with the mysteriously infinite juices of an underfed, horny, virgin succubus.

All that was visible of her, poking out from the rim of the vacuum-wrap of his soiled sheets, were the two shimmering eyes magnified through sweat-slick glasses, her pink, glistening forehead, and oily hair matted with her fluids. "I... I can explain," she moaned.

"Can you?"

"I... wanted to... s-surprise Master, but also r-review... ha... haa..."

"Lily..." John looked below his bed at the damp spots where pools had formed from the edges of his sheets.

"It... the... bed... it smelled like y-you, and I... it wasn't my f-fault... ah... aah..."

She almost made it sound like an excuse, but the moist shifting of her hands at her crotch made it less than convincing. I can't even touch any of this... Hell, if I stay too long I might breathe in too much, even! "I have to get ready for school, and there's no way I can leave the bed and you like this, now can I?" He did his best to whisper from afar, and hoped Lily could still hear him over her small moans and the noise of knuckles raking wet cloth.

DAILY QUEST: Schoolhouse Shlick
Cause 100 orgasms during school hours, at the school, and with one or more students or faculty members other than yourself!
Reward: 500XP, one magical item with a random property based on target(s).
BONUS: Have the targets total up to at least 100 levels when combined.
BONUS Reward: 5,000XP, +1 skill lvl in a skill known by a target OR learn a knowledge of one of your targets.
ACCEPT? Y/N

John's eyebrows raised at the offer. What a bonus requirement... but to reap a skill... The gears turned in his mind, but he pocketed those aspirations for now. He started to get dressed, and Lily watched him as she masturbated more ferociously.

By the time his jacket was on, another wave dribbled down the sheets and onto the floor. "Lily, can I trust you to clean this mess up without my mom finding out about it?"

"Clean... Master...?"

That's a no. "Just... just..."

Essence of lust ingested! Aphrodisiac effect applied! You're immune to the permanent libido increase.

So it was already in the air, though John had realized it too late. "I'm sorry, Master..."

I gotta get outta here! "God- just stay there, then, and... try to stop leaking. Use my clothes to clean up under the bed. If my mom tries to come in, tell her you're sick and I quarantined you with food and water. Got it?" John closed the second-to-last button on his shirt. and began to tuck into his pants as he contemplated his mother's habits, lust-addled as Fairy left her. She probably won't even look in my room anyways... "Can you handle that?"

Lily nodded. John decided that such was a good experiment to see how useful his secretary would be, given her other limitations. "M-Master... your bounties..."

"Eh?" He vanished his schoolbag back into his inventory as he turned to regard her.

"I... need to help you identify... bounties, a-and you should check-in again... a-at one of the o-offices... hnngh!"

"Stop masturbating," John hissed, likely to the first and last woman he'd ever tell such a thing. The puddles grew, as he feared, and he started fishing dirty clothes out of his hamper to dampen the flow.

Essence of lust ingested! Aphrodisiac effect applied! You're immune to the permanent libido increase.

"I-I'm trying, Master... really...!"

"Crap... I gotta go..." He throttled his libido, he reduced himself to regular size, and still his pants were taut. He was about to leave when he considered her choice of words. "... What do you mean ' check-in again'? What office?"

"We... we can go to... whatever office you went... to... to collect your f-first bounty..." She rolled on the bed, perhaps to try and make it harder for her to jill off; it only succeeding in spilling the small lake of her chemicals that her crotch had been squeezing up.

"I didn't-" He could taste her in the air, now.

Essence of lust ingested! Aphrodisiac effect applied! You're immune to the permanent libido increase.

This was quickly getting out of hand. "Forget it, Lily, we'll talk later!" John blinked out of her new wanking den and into the rest of his school day, stepping through his front door to wait for the bus early. The morning was damp, as if a fresh rain had just ended, and puddles gathered on the sinks in the path leading out to the road. He stepped around them as he pulled his phone out of stasis, thinking he ought to text his mother to help Lily with the lie to keep-

1 new message!

Did someone try to reach me while I was grinding? John unlocked his phone and swapped to the messaging app as he half-minded the puddles.

Tricia/Danielle: "Good evening, or morning, Mr. Newman. I apologize for this message at an unusual hour, but I felt the need to address you as quickly as possible. The events of this past 24 hours were no doubt trying for you, but I wanted to assure you that I am back under control and will do my best to not allow myself to trouble you in the future with such disastrous scenarios. In the future, you needn't feel any responsibility for me; I appreciated your efforts, and would reward you with some monetary or magical support, as needed. You are under no obligation to do so, but I hope you will consider aiding me in future experiments, both to learn more about yourself and to support my aspiration to become a doctor. Thank you, and have a good weekend. I love you, John Newman, in at least a sexual, and quite possibly an emotional, capacity!"

John's eyes glazed over as he stared at the phone, his pose frozen on one leg after leaping over the largest puddle that formed in front of his house. He shook his head and read it again. "That's..." He read it once more, and re-read the last line.

Quietly, he put his phone in his pocket, and stood like a stone waiting for the bus, his face tight and confused.

19 minutes later...

The bus doors closed behind John, and still his expression remained. All the seated bodies lurched forward without him as his natural balance took hold; indeed, it would need to be jack-knifed by a speeding truck to see him lose his balance, now. But this fact was lost as his eyes drifted to something that finally took his thoughts away from Tricia: two familiar faces, now both fixated on him.

Vanessa Hawthorne
Lvl 6 Cheerleader
<Bitch Queen>
HP: 50/50
The cheerleader queen of your high school, and perhaps one day of your Academy. She is the heiress of a vast estate, politically and monetarily, and commands a fleet of servants, criminals, and attorneys by the authority of her mother. She has rarely wanted for anything for very long, until you came along.
Relationship: +200

Frank Dickinson Jr.
Lvl 7 Jock
<King Dick>
HP: 350/350
The football star of your high school, and a rising talent in the Academy. He's the son of famous football player Frank Dickinson, and inherited all of his father's strengths without too many licks of the old man's sense. He was Vanessa's boyfriend of almost two years until just a few days ago.
Relationship: -139

Vanessa turned to look back out the window, pouting bitterly as she ignored the ex who dared to sit next to her. Said ex rose to his full height as the bus started along, and with the six inches he had on John's height managed to look absolutely menacing to the other riders. It didn't help that he slowly grew more red-faced with fury. "We need to talk before class, nerd." The other students on the bus were all staring at them now.

A barely-coherent barked order from the driver echoed down the bus. "Siddown!"

John readily recalled why Frank went to the hospital... but it was hard to feel guilty at the time, given their past together. It was impossible once he tapped into his age-old tormentor's mind.

There's no fucking way Vanessa dumped me for this loser! There's no way! I'll pound him good! He'll pussy out! Fuck him! Pound him! Ruin him! Pound his ass!

There was no love or homoeroticism behind the simple-minded threats looping in the bully's brain. But man, phrasing.... "Eh, sure Frank," he hesitantly declared. "Wherever you want... we've got a few minutes before class, right?"

Frank nodded with a grin. More oddly-worded threats filled John's head until he withdrew his read mind spell and sat in the back of the bus. His neighborhood rolled by in general silence as no one rose to defend John, even as their thoughts, plucked one by one as he explored them, were each so sure of his doom.

The bus arrived early, unbelievably early given the coincidence on Frank's plan. John chalked it up to Gaia or Fate or whoever was running this show, and followed obediently as Frank commanded. John had to give some credit to the old bully: he already had a destination in mind for their 'talk', and the occasional flicker of clues in his simple, angry thoughts suggested they'd be far and clear of administrative attention. The few students in the hall that noticed them rushing on through gave knowing, troubled looks, and a few of the jocks that had stopped John on the landing yesterday were mixed in the first-floor crowds, breaking away from knots of friends to tail Frank. They were through the school and walking through the gym hallways with a haste that was only allowed by no one wanting to stand in the way of this football player train, now numbering twelve in number. John found it hard to believe they'd make it to class on time, if they all had some role to play.

A review of the thoughts of each jock showed none of them cared. They all intended to help Frank "teach" him a lesson. Ironic, then, that John finally recognized Frank's destination: the lone green door at the end of the locker room hallway. The janitor's office where John's life was saved by none other than the awkward, menacing, monstrous girl who texted him. His thoughts drifted back to her, and his eyes went wide as he realized he hadn't answered her text in all the time he was contemplating it. "Shit-"

"No turning back now, fucking loser shit- Get in there!" Frank's commands were followed by menacing chuckles, and John rolled his eyes as he marched on in, swinging the door open and approaching the center of the unusually spacious facility. It remained as barely-furnished as he recalled, though now a push-cart for the maintenance crews was here, complete with a bucket of filthy water, a series of mops and brooms, and a huge garbage bin, freshly bagged. John turned to regard Frank and his cronies as they filed in, but the former had already shown incredible patience until now: he was already charging forward to spear into John as his team inhaled to cheer their support for the ass-whooping that was about to commence. They had all run in by the time Frank's shoulder smashed into John's gut.

-0hp

THUD.

Your Armor of Baldr deals 9 damage to Frank!

"Guurh-" John grabbed hold of Frank's jersey as he pretended to wince.

You healed Frank for 30hp! Frank was healed to full!

Frank stumbled away, still wincing from the pain of bone smashing into what may as well have been marble... and then blinking as the pain was gone.

"Ye... eh?" The confused muttering turned back to jeers and shouts once the door closed, and soon the team was circling the two combatants. The wall of jerseys, uniform pants and expensive sneakers closed the arena completely by the time Frank came back to his senses.

He snarled as he cracked his knuckles. "I heard you were trying to perv on my girl, faggot. But we're gentleman, ain't we, boys?" The mutter was in the affirmative, and John could tell they were all waiting for him to just try and break out of their circle.

John eyed them each, confirming the same, unimpressive levels he did before... except one. Wallace Kent, wherever he was, had apparently missed this unofficial team meet. John slowed his breath. He didn't realize it had hastened; a week of adventures and killing horrors like the Animator or Yarrick Dell had not washed away his well-constructed fear of exactly this sort of scenario.

"Ooooh, he's shaking-!" laughed Paul Klein, the same rabble-rouser that arranged for their first attack.

This won't end unless I stop it.

"Yeah, and as gentlem-"

"I already fucked your girl in the ass, Frank." An explosion of silence. Stunned, wide eyes only grew as John continued to lecture them. "She told me she never let you, and instead put plugs in your ass. The last one put you in the hospital. I almost got her pregnant, too." John took a step towards Frank, whose shock began to melt into blind rage. "She was **** to keep me, but I'm finished with her, so you can take-"

Frank was more adept at translating anger to action than most; it was a talent, really. The arm had swung for a head that ducked the blow with ease, and John was finished of being cowed by this boy.

Your serpent's bite deals 164 subdual damage to Frank!
Your (quickcasted) serpent's lunge deals 341 subdual damage to Frank!
Frank is ****!

A body blow, and a snuck hand into his own body to strike him again near the same place. It was so fast that none of them could have possibly caught it, and within two seconds John had overcome four years of cowardice. The built body of the football star crumbled to the ground with glassy eyes left open, and John looked upon him with his own measure of shock. I just... beat... Frank up... His mind slowly turned gears as he accepted it, but the entire effect on him was shelfed as John looked up and found the noose of jocks quickly shrinking.

Three minutes later...

Your serpent's bite deals 164 subdual damage to Cecil!
Cecil is ****!

The squat body of the least-popular linebacker crumbled atop that of Greg, whose name was only known thanks to a damage prompt. The only undamaged light overhead flickered. Someone moaned before puking again into the giant garbage bin as he hung on to the 3 points of health he had left. An unmoving, girthy body issued a wet fart like a declaration of surrender. John, not so much as panting, mostly unmoved and totally undamaged, looked around to confirm that the eleven bodies that had come in with him were all laid low, covering the ground like a carpet of polyester, cotton, and well-kept hair.

The Jocks are defeated!
+690XP
+$129.32

Frank had been the thickest among them, and not a single spell beyond his serpent's bite, barely a spell as it was, came into use. John's agility also meant that few ever even touched him, and so removed most doubts about the mundane ass-whooping he had just delivered. None broke their fists on his skin; every strike of his was to the gut or the neck, justifying the knock-outs. He might still get into trouble, but at this rate he wondered if the team would even want this to get out. This was all, in a haphazardly-calculated way, part of the plan... but despite this loose plan of John's, and even though he managed a nice, clear message without letting go of his secrets... he was still stunned at the results. Merely one body among many, John's eyes remained on the unmoving, sleeping body of Frank "the Tank" Dickinson Jr., his bully since 9th grade, and likely for all the length of the Academy if this hadn't come to pass.

John had overcome his true nemesis...

Overleveling is the shit!

Laughing at his own joke, John skipped over the last rolling body and let himself out of the office, smiling as he strolled to his first class for the day.