Emotional Instability

“I finally found you!”

It could be none other than Nora, who, having just flown in, focused all her attention on Arthur, forgetting about the teacher and where she was, and launched herself into his arms with such speed that they both fell to the ground.

“Oh, when I came back to the courtyard and didn't see you, I thought something had happened to you... I flew around like crazy asking for you... even a girl told me you were here... Is something wrong, darling?” A hint of fear was evident in the redhead's voice.

“Mmm... uh... first I'd like to get up,” the young man said, feeling the pleasant pressure of her breasts.

Actling like someone who had just crushed a priceless object, Nora got off her boyfriend with the same speed with which she had landed on top of him while suspended in mid-air.

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, my love. I didn’t mean to fall on top of you… I just panicked. I didn’t hurt you, did I?” Her tone shifted from fear to utter guilt with the fragility of a child.

“Grr… nothing serious, I’m fine.”

After letting out a sigh of relief that dispelled her fears, Nora began to realize where she was, especially when she saw Synapsis’s irritated face. She descended slowly as the professor, adjusting her glasses, watched her intently.

“I owe you an apology as well, Professor. It was imprudent of me to enter your lab like this.” In front of the professor, Nora adopted a more cordial demeanor.

“I don’t think imprudent would be the word to describe your arrival, Miss Antonella. Your high grades don’t give you the right to do as you please. If it happens again, you will receive a report, and if I recall correctly, it would be the first one on your record.” Her words carried authority and firmness.

“It won’t happen again, Professor Synapsis.”

At that, the redhead turned to Arthur, who was standing, to look at the professor again.

“By the way, what’s my boyfriend doing here? He’s not in trouble, is he?”

For a brief moment, the professor looked up from the young woman to Arthur. He was pale, his features blurred with anguish and fear. The message our protagonist was conveying was more than clear: he absolutely did not want to have this conversation with Nora, at least not now.

“Um… young Adams came to consult me about some research he was recently doing. It won’t affect his final grades; it was purely for informational purposes,” Synapsis said in a somber tone.

Nora’s amber eyes met Arthur’s, a clear sign that she wanted to know if it was true. The young man nodded, causing the girl to smile in approval and relief.

“Although I’m afraid, Miss Antonella, your sudden appearance came at the most crucial moment, so if it were possible…” the teacher resumed her story without the slightest hesitation.

“Oh, that’s right… the teacher was getting to the best part… but… but I don’t want to bore you. Could we postpone what we agreed on until the end of class?” Arthur went along with the little white lie, feeling guilty once again.

His girlfriend’s mischievous look told him she’d believed him. He calmly walked to the door before turning back.

“Okay, darling, but don’t forget what you promised your girl.”

When he heard the door close, Arthur slumped back in his chair, feeling a profound sense of relief.

"Mmm... thank you, Professor... I don't want her... not yet," he gasped, as if he'd been running for hours.

Synapsi's arms stiffened, and a flash of discomfort crossed her face so quickly that Arthur thought he'd imagined it.

"Um... I don't like to withhold information... I understand. Your sudden closeness with Miss Antonella wasn't intentional, but you're unsure how she'll react when she discovers the source of her emotional state." At first, her voice was halting, then it softened.

"I... I didn't want this to happen... I didn't want this power... I didn't want her and me... how stupid I was," his lament was like that of a man carrying a heavy burden.

“Well… despite the inconvenient nature of Miss Antonella’s arrival, it provided me with valuable information,” Synapsis added, returning to his seat with his hand on his chin.

A puzzled expression crossed the student’s face as he observed the professor’s analytical posture.

“Valuable… How so?”

“After my initial surprise, I used my glasses to monitor the young woman’s bodily functions. The results were… chaotic, but revealing.”

“In what way?” His question was more curious than fearful.

With a light touch of his index finger, Synapsis’s glasses released a bluish light that quickly took on a humanoid form. The hologram resembled a female mannequin, about the height of a child, with features that weren’t very defined, but enough to distinguish it from a man.

“As soon as Miss Antonella made eye contact with you, your heart rate increased abruptly, releasing an unusual amount of dopamine and oxytocin that, in 0.69 seconds, had already flooded your entire body.”

As she explained, the hologram graphically illustrated what she was describing.

“My power makes her happy… well, I kind of sensed it.”

“This goes beyond just being happy, Mr. Adams. The quantity and speed at which these substances appear must be creating some kind of emotional dependence or even addiction. Not only that, I also detected a significant increase in temperature in your vaginal area, as well as abundant… fluid in that place,” she finished, touching her glasses.

Once the hologram disappeared, Arthur sat rigidly in his seat, barely breathing enough to avoid collapsing.

“Good heavens… good heavens… that explains her behavior… I’m turning her into a cat in heat.”

“It’s not the best analogy, but it’s close. His power creates a hormonal imbalance that she interprets as a deep infatuation.” Synapsis’s lips twitched as if the last word sounded like a fantasy. “Plus, there’s a constant interest in the sexual act, producing things like their… nighttime encounter.”

“What can we do? I have no idea how to control this power.” The young man’s hands frantically moved in anguish.

The professor’s seriousness intensified to levels akin to a planetary emergency, though she tried to conceal it by crossing her arms and speaking with the same measured pace as a machine.

“I won’t lie to you, your power represents a danger whose true extent I don’t yet know. The priority would be to report it to Director Mightry and the Omega Control Center. They’ll probably put you in isolation to study your abilities thoroughly and find a way to contain them.”

Immediately, Arthur imagined his life in a laboratory, 24/7, being constantly examined by hundreds of scientists as if he were the carrier of a lethal virus. It was a vision that filled him with panic. He had no intention of being a lab rat for months or even years.

“No!” he muttered to himself.

The professor blinked several times and raised an eyebrow.

“No? That makes no sense at all, young Adams.” Synapsis stood up, asserting her authority. “It’s imperative that we make this discovery known and stop it before more girls fall victim to this anomaly.”

“I don’t want to…” This time Arthur said it with the intention of replying. “They’ll label me a criminal and throw me in God knows where… I don’t like it.”

Although the teacher looked away from the boy, a slight growl escaped her.

“Grrr… I regret to inform you that in circumstances like these, your wishes are not a priority… above all, my duty is…”

“Please don’t tell anyone! My life would be ruined… you are the most intelligent person in the world… perhaps… you could… create a section that… I don’t know… cancels my energy waves… I will try not to make things worse; I only ask that you don’t say anything.”

At first, Arthur’s **** pleas didn’t seem to affect the woman’s cold demeanor. Then she brought a finger to her mouth, nibbling it as if to relieve stress. Next, her knees bent enough to break her firm posture, and finally, she turned toward him.

Synapsi’s expressionless gaze was replaced by genuine concern; her teary eyes gazed at him with the tenderness of a **** child.

“I… hmm… I shouldn’t… mmm… it would be wrong… but… on the other hand, revealing it would be very harmful to you… I mean, socially and psychologically… maybe I could… in a few days, invent something that would nullify your new abilities.”

Arthur looked at the teachers with surprise and excitement; it was the best news he had received since he arrived there. If anyone could create such a thing, it would be her, and she would keep it a secret.

“Oh, what a relief! Thank you so much, Professor! I promise to keep a low profile.”

Giving in to his allergies, he ran to Synapsis and gave her a tight hug. She trembled with shock, letting out a moan.

“Ahhh… I… I… uhh… you… you’re welcome, Arth… young Adams… the device… I think… it would be advisable to start right now… mmh… you could, you know, separate it,” she said in a monotone voice, though it broke occasionally.

Realizing his recklessness, he pulled away, deeply embarrassed. It was the first time he'd ever done anything like that with an authority figure. Lowering his head, he headed for the door.

"I'm so sorry... I was a fool... uh... thanks again."

"You're welcome... Arthur Adams," he heard before closing the door, his voice almost a sigh.