An Ambush! And some long overdue comeuppance.

Mason walked to the library. He wanted to run, or possibly skip, but cooler heads prevailed and so he just walked. But he was getting antsy. This date had already been delayed about half an hour. Or maybe it had been delayed for a few years. But either way, the walk across campus felt unbearably long. At least he was of a generation that had phones to keep them entertained at school.

And while Viv had gone mysteriously quiet, much to his amusement, Luxuria had a few new messages for him.

You had a nice talk with Barbara Rosso! Well, you answered her questions anyway! You earned 10 silver for Barbara Rosso!

You had a cutely romantic chat with Yumi Kamiya! You earned 10 silver for Yumi Kamiya!

Viviana Villanueva sent you some porn! Pretty hot stuff, am I right? You earned 75 silver for Viviana Villanueva!

Barbara Rosso saw your boner! You're making quite the habit of this. You earned 150 silver for Barbara Rosso!

You showed Barbara Rosso a bunch of porn clips on your phone! A naughty boy like you deserves detention for sure! But instead: You earned 75 silver for Barbara Rosso!

Mason didn't think Lilith had any right to judge him for the number of ladies who had seen his dick through his pants. Not only had she been the one who gave him a nine-and-a-half-inch dick that got hard at the drop of a hat (especially if the lady who dropped it then had to bend over to pick it up), but he also couldn't help but recall the two square inches of fabric she had worn during her little visit. Of course, thinking about it, the lust demon probably didn't mean it as criticism. The pink lady was probably praising him, and encouraging him to let more women get a gander at his privates.

But more importantly, he now had 688 silver to spend on Ms. Rosso. That was enough to potentially be useful. Even if he could only afford a medium box for the brawny woman.

"Mr. Griffith," An imperious voice said behind him. A chill ran down Mason's spine. He knew that voice. Every student in William Tweed High School knew. And each and every one of them dreaded the sound of it saying their name.

"Good afternoon Mrs. Skinner," Mason said as politely as he could. For added security, he contorted his face into a **** smile as he turned around. Not that it would help. It never helped.

Principal Priscilla Skinner (God help you if she heard that you had been dumb enough to call her Prissy) was an absolute nightmare. But unlike Ms. Rosso who terrified her students in an unfixably primal way, Mrs. Skinner was just an overgrown bully. But even that was giving her too much credit.

Having two moms meant Mason was a little hesitant to use the word, but there really was no better word for her than bitch. She was rude and cruel to anyone she thought was beneath her. Which seemed to be everyone. Ironically, while most of the girls said she was particularly vitriolic towards them, most boys said the exact same thing. So the nerdy teen could only assume she hated students in general. In fact, he wondered if making them all miserable was what got her to take the job.

But the true injustice of it all was just how beautiful the infuriating woman was. Despite being in her forties Mrs. Skinner had no wrinkles on her statuesque, porcelain face, and no gray in her raven curls. But her most striking feature (at least above the neck) was her eyes. Two gorgeous gemstones of such a deep blue they looked purple to most people.

But it was really the woman's body that deserved particular attention. It was truly unreal. It would be one thing if she just had enormous, round tits, some of the biggest Mason had ever seen in person. Or if she only had a trim waist and wide waspish hips. Or if she just had a wide, bubbly, heart-shaped ass. Or if she just had shapely legs that seemed to go on forever. It was all of that together that made her look like she just stepped out of a wet dream.

Of course, part of her allure was that, unlike so many other female members of the faculty, Mrs. Skinner had no problem flaunting the goods. She exclusively wore skirts, even in the middle of winter, that never quite reached her knees. Below that she would always wear translucent nylon stockings and a pair of heels. Above that, she was a bit more varied in her wardrobe. But no matter the color, cut, or material her tops were always form-fitting. She did seem to prefer button-up shirts, like the white one she wore today. But that was apparently only so she could leave the top few buttons undone.

It was enough to drive anyone who liked women crazy (if it weren't for her repugnant personality Mason would probably already be hard once more.) And begged a few questions as to what was going on in that head of hers. Of course, Viv had an answer. Back when the Latina girl was one of the older woman's students she had insisted that Mrs. Skinner got off on how she treated people. And that the way she dressed was just part of that.

And for as crazy as it sounded Mason could almost believe it. What other explanation could justify some of her actions?

"Tell me, young man," Mrs. Skinner said in an irritated tone. She was truly the only person Mason knew who could look down her nose while looking up at someone. "Did you, by any chance, hear that bell that went off? The one that goes off at the end of every single day?"

"Yes, Mrs. Skinner." The gigantic blond was confused but he knew better than to ask any questions. That would only make her madder. Doubly so if he accidentally said "um" or "uh." Both of which were pet peeves of hers.

"Then I'm **** to ask why you are still on my campus," The black-haired woman asked venomously, her haunting violet eyes growing ever colder. "Especially given that I'm running a school and not some under-eighteen club."

If this was anyone else Mason would ask if she was serious. But he had put up with this witch for four years. She was definitely serious. She really was mad at one of her students for still being at school less than an hour after the last class. At least he had a reason.

"Sorry," He found it was always best to apologize even when he had done nothing wrong. It seemed to appease her highness. "I was helping Ms. Rosso with something."

That answer only earned a scoff from his principal. It actually reminded him a little of his sister earlier that morning. But where Viv was playfully pointing out that she knew he was lying, Mrs. Skinner was callously dismissing the truth.

"Is that really the best you could come up with?" The older woman asked derisively. "Young man, you do realize she works for me right? And I can just ask her for the truth?"

"It's the truth," The teen calmly insisted while his blood tried to boil.

"Very well, I'll talk to her later then," Mrs. Skinner said, clearly choosing not to believe him. "But right now I don't think you are helping her so this is your only warning. Leave."

"I'm on my way now," He explained.

That was the end of the conversation apparently. With one last disdainful sniff, Mrs. Skinner strode away without so much as a goodbye. No doubt she was eager to find fresh meat to play with. If Mason wasn't sure she had eyes in the back of her head, he would have flipped her off. But instead, he decided to just walk away.

He refused to let her dampen his mood.

But then a thought occurred to him. Mason pulled his phone back out.

Priscilla Skinner was registered as a target! Your previous interactions have earned you 1, 511 silver to start!

Priscilla Skinner chewed you out! Now there's a pair of cheeks that could use some reddening! You earned 5 silver for Priscilla Skinner!

Mason was genuinely shocked he had that much silver to spend. Even when you factored in the fact his principal could always squeeze him into her bitching schedule, it was still a ton. It wasn't that far off from Vina's starting coinage. And absolutely blew Ms. Bailey away. Maybe it had something to do with the fact that his interactions with Mrs. Skinner were almost all one-on-one. Or maybe Viv was right and the older woman was just constantly getting off on abusing him, thus earning more silver.

But he wasn't going to look a gift horse in the mouth. After all, the second message put ideas in his head. Mason wasn't sure which pair of Mrs. Skinner's cheeks Lilith had been referring to, but either way, the teenager heartily agreed with her. And not just because she was ghostly pale.

If the app could help him get vengeance on Viv (even if that hadn't totally worked out the way he wanted it to), then it should be able to help him with this woman who had been nothing but awful for the last four years. And as long as she was registered he might as well mess with her. At least until he found someone he actually wanted as a target.

That was only logical.

Of course, one crucial difference between using Luxuria on Mrs. Skinner and his sister was that he didn't want to go too far with the latter. Mason actually cared about Viv after all and didn't want to ruin her life. But now he felt fully justified in taking off the kid gloves.

It only made sense to start with the Body tab, since Mrs. Skinner seemed so proud of it. But with only 1,516 silver he decided to see what a medium Lust Box would get him.

Dairy Maid: Rank 1! Priscilla's titties will now start producing milk. And when they get too full she'll start to lactate. Hope you're thirsty!

That could be helpful. It could certainly give her a pregnancy scare. And though it wasn't likely, if anyone else noticed that could start some less than flattering rumors about her. But as Mason activated the trait (making sure to set both awareness toggles to on) he decided it wasn't quite what he was looking for.

So he decided to stop playing around and buy a large Lust Box. That might only leave Mrs. Skinner with sixteen silver, but Mason decided he didn't care. If he was lucky, then after the next few months he would never have to see the violet-eyed she-devil ever again.

However, at the last second, he did make one quick change of plans. The teen backed out of the Body menu and switched over to Behavior. After all, he could only imagine what havoc he could unleash with something like the Oh, You Tease perk.

Man Of Her Dreams: Rank 1! Priscilla is going to start having some very good nights! So long as this trait is active she'll have erotic dreams, starring none other than you! And as an added bonus each dream will make her find you hotter and hotter!

Mason laughed quietly to himself. It was only thanks to an incredible display of iron will that he wasn't cackling like a supervillain. While this wasn't what the nerd had in mind, it would still work perfectly. So he immediately activated it. And even though he had no idea what it would mean for others to be aware of her dream, he set both awarenesses to on.

Not only would having wet dreams every night leave Mrs. Skinner horny and frustrated (even if that might make things worse it would still be funny.) But every night she would grow a little more attracted to him. Not only might this make her be a little nicer to him, but it also meant that by the end of the semester the buxom, mature bombshell would be completely obsessed with getting a piece of him. Just in time for Mason to completely ghost her after graduation. Leaving the bitch unfulfilled for the rest of her life.

Of course, that was just one option. He did remember Lilith saying something about broken, little fuck-toys.

But Mason would just put a pin in that for now.