CLAIM

I am more powerful than you Rebecca.

Her lips wanted to open to tell me whatever but I leaned down on her, interrupting her confidence. I brushed her red lips, claimed handfuls of her waist, and pulled her in to take her mouth with mine.

The hand on my chest that seemed to control me seconds earlier is now pushing, fleeing but you are mine, Rebecca. I released your lips briefly to feel your distressed breath caress my face and watch your lower lip tremble with excitation. But then you stopped pushing against me but instead pulled in and kissed me back.

Nevertheless, you still hesitated. You tried to push again, then pulled in, then tried to turn your face the other way, then came back. In your internal struggle to submit to me, you split my lower lip open and tasted my blood.

So I lowered my hands and squeezed your juicy booty with ****. That’s when Rebecca called it quits and broke the kiss. I let her go and saw lust and confusion poorly hidden under fake confidence try to take control back: “This is not why I wanted to see you I-“

The world slowly reappeared around us and a crowd of young adults was watching, commenting, blabbering, laughing, gasping. Rebecca realized what we did and got into furious anger. She pinned me against the wall again and busted my nuts.

The pain pulled me to the ground and I had to vehemently fight gravity to stop my knees from landing on the ground.

“Fuck you !” her scream projected a scorching aura through the building. Then she cupped her head for a moment. By the time I stood back up, she managed to put the veil back on: the enigmatic and untouchable Rebecca Malkova came back. But this time I knew what she was hiding behind her blue eyes.

She said, “The dean wants to see us.” She left through a quiet crowd shocked with disbelief.

A teacher dispersed the crowd arguing that they should all be in class.

As I walked toward the dean’s office I wondered why Rebecca got so physically close to me in the first place. Judging from her reaction she didn’t expect me to kiss her, but I don’t think she was about to kiss me either. She really was scrutinizing me but I don’t know why. Maybe she was testing me.

Little did she know: I didn’t jerk off for two days so I have no self-control anymore.

I opened the door the werewolf led me to last time but entered into what could only be the janitor’s closet.

Thankfully I found somebody kind enough to show me the way to the admin unit of the campus. I went through a great door three times my size into the dean’s office as I remembered it.

Five other students, the dean, and a teacher were waiting. I recognized the students as the other ones who resisted Mr. Berengarius’ aura yesterday. Among them were Harden and Rebecca. I also noticed a black girl and two men. I hope I’ll have a better relationship with her than with Harden. Plus she’s absolutely gorgeous. Nature generously swelled up her tits, ass, and lips. And her long dark braids with her wide flamboyant necklace made of gold made her look like a princess.

Ms. White began “Now that all of you are here I can explain the goal of this meeting. As you surely realized, all of you are outstanding individuals revealed by our little test yesterday. This is why you will follow a different curriculum from your colleagues.”

I tried to catch Rebecca’s eye contact but she put on a wall impossible to penetrate and was completely focused on Angela White’s words.

Angela stated “the changes will involve private meetings with dignified bureaucrats of the state, exceptional generals, successful businessmen, and the finest elite of our nation. A gala is planned for the winter solstice where these exceptional people will gather, and you’re all invited.”

The dean paused to observe our reactions. Some, like Harden and I, were excited to enter the big pond. Rebecca was poker-faced, probably unimpressed like another student and the black girl was completely uninterested.

“But before that, the week preceding the winter solstice is also when the Great Inter-Magical Games are held. A fierce competition between the five best colleges of the continent, two of them being from Fiore.”

“Each school” she continued “presents three students, one per promotion. Within the five of you, only one will represent our establishment. Needless to say, it will be the best academically but also on a few other aspects to my discretion.”

The teacher who remained silent the whole time finally spoke. She was a middle-aged woman, blonde-haired and dressed a tad too slutty for a woman in her late thirties. Her cleavage showed plenty of her firm tits and her skirt above the middle of her thighs kissed every curve of her rear.

“And I will coach the five of you until we decide who will compete against the other schools. I am your private tutor if you want. My name is Britney Amber. Before I interview each of you individually, there is a question I like to ask every year. Which one of you is the strongest ?”