First, secure the Rulebook. Second, go to Physics class

Yeah, I think I could remember now. While standing just next to the door, I put on a pondering expression for a moment as I suddenly felt cold come up to my feet. Shit. My and Amy's clothes were all ripped to shreds when we threw ourselves in the fuck-frenzied first period. Now, with a bit of clearance in my head, I had to think of something...

'Wait, can't this Rulebook help me out here?' I went over to my backpack (which I actually threw all across the bathroom), and rummaged through it until I got hold of the book. Quickly pulling a pencil out of a case, I turned it to the latest page where I wrote anything. With pleasure I found out that there were a few new changes scribbled underneath my latest one (the one letting me think about new rules on the fly), but all of them had a timer scribbled right next to them, simply stating 'EXPIRES IN ...' and whatever time was in there. Surprisingly enough, the number was constantly changing, every second the one in the end vanished and got replaced with a new one, just like it were a display rather than a paper. Oh well, magic book be magic, I guess.

To test whether the rule earlier applied, I made sure to strike the rule about my charisma boost with gentle movements. As I finished the final letter, the countdown disappeared. Ok, I got it. I think I understood the way this thing worked now. Anything written down in the Rulebook became reality, even things about the Rulebook itself. But I didn't intend to check its limits too much.

New Rule: The only Owner capable of viewing and editing rules of this Rulebook is John Doe. To everyone but the aforementioned Owner this book will look blank.

Yeah, that ought to make things clear for me. I brought the Rulebook to Amy, who was starting to regain her senses. Still, it seemed that her gaze was transfixed on my dick. Oh, right, arousal through exposure to my tool. Gotta take care of it in a minute. But first.

"Hey, Amy. What's written here?" I showed her the Rulebook, making sure to point exactly where my first rule was written down.

"Hmm? My God, are you testing me? There's nothing in there." ...is she seriously going to pull through with the 'God' talk all the way? It was hot during sex, but... now it felt just a little bit awkward. Oh well, I can change that later, I thought.

"Ah, my bad." I laughed and went away.

Okay, so only I can read it now. Security measure 1 taken. Now, for the second one.

New Rule: Any person except the Owner of this Rulebook will be very **** to touch it, and won't ever dare to write anything in it.

Yeah. Juuuust in case anyone was stupid (or genius) enough to try and write something like 'John Doe is an obedient bitch' in the Rulebook. It was a safety measure in case the first one somehow didn't work.

Okay. Safety measures finished. Now, it was time to give myself a finish on the makeover.

New Rule: IQ of the Owner of this Rulebook is boosted to 150 points by international standards.
New Rule: Owner of this Rulebook has enough muscle mass and density to lift 200 pounds with ease and run like an athlete.
New Rule: Owner of this Rulebook has excellent memory, complete control over his sexual status, and stamina that is near impossible to deplete.
New Rule: Owner of this Rulebook can request anything of anyone, and the person asked will be very likely to listen to his request no matter what it is.
Nobody will ever notice those changes and will all remember the Owner studying hard while working out.

Just perfectly done to give myself an edge over others. Well okay, okay, it was going a little overboard, but I just wanted to be on the safe side.

I was already a nerd, but now I could become the perfect nerd/jock/sex machine hybrid, and I immediately felt the effects of the new rules kick in. I didn't really feel any different mentally, but body changes were noticeable. To me, at least. My muscles rippled a little, and my shoulders became a bit wider. My hips became a bit wider, and each of my shins hardened and became more dense as they felt years of training come to them in an instant. By all standards, I could run a marathon and win with no problem whatsoever.

Okay, that done. Now, the most imposing problem that I became aware of, possibly thanks to my increased intelligence. I was completely fine to walk around naked. Well, a rule earlier did state that whatever I did sexually was completely fine, and exhibitionism was most definitely sexual. But, the problem was, Amy was not so lucky. I could simply write a rule making my sex slaves an exception like myself, but... I thought of a better idea.

New Rule: In Graham High there are deposits with spare clothes of multiple sizes in every bathroom. They are kept in secured spaces where liquids have nearly no probability of entering even in case of a flood.

I really wanted to see if this would happen... and as I turned around, I saw Amy reaching out to some kind of a door in the wall. It was installed at around waist height, and opened outwardly. As she pulled the handle gently, there was a hissing sound coming from outside, and before I knew it, she was reaching inside, pulling out some pieces of clothes that closely resembled her uniform when it was not torn.

She put on a shirt and some pants (there was apparently no underwear in there), and then a light jacket that resembled what she wore previously. She looked at me with coy.

"My Lord." She started. "I wish I could stay and be fucked into oblivion more, but... I need to go to my classes and to officially break up with my ex." There was clear **** in her voice. Well, actually, I also wanted that, but we both had classes to get to (and some of us had more assess to bring to fucking).

"Yes, sure." I replied nonchalantly. "I'll come around for you later." Fuck. Confidence boost was still on, and I really, really didn't need it at the moment.

"Y-Yes." She stuttered just a bit as she walked towards the door. "..." She seemed to clear her mind as she pushed the door and went into the corridor, quite a bit of my spunk still in her hair. But she didn't seem to mind. Or maybe she didn't notice? No, she surely was going for the showers right now.

Left alone with my thoughts, I decided to go and get some spare clothes myself. After a few minutes there I was, standing in the much cleaner room, holding my phone in hand and writing down Amy's number. That great memory Rule was already paying off. Good thing I boosted my intelligence. But, I forgot about something. My own stench.

New Rule: Sweat of this Rulebook's owner will emanate pleasant scent.

Yeah, all fixed. I took my steps forward.

15 minutes later

"Attention, guys!" Said Ms. Haggins. "Okay, you know the drill. Mike, task 7.25. The electron moves horizontally between plates of a charged capacitor with a velocity of 7,02 times 10 to the power of 4 metres per second. The distance to the plate towards which it falls is 10 centimetres. How far will the electron move before touching the capacitor's plate?" She asked the question and looked over the class, ensuring that everyone was paying enough attention just in case she wanted to ask anything.

After the break before the first period it was time for physics. Not gonna lie, my favorite class, but I just barely managed to make it on time. Our teacher, Ms. Haggins was very nice and understanding, and I loved solving the difficult tasks. But this time I had a different objective. There were 13 of us in the class, and 2 of that were girls. Now, it was time to pick the first one of the three.

Emilia (not Emily, as it was clearly stated) was a tall girl, about 5'11". She had very bright skin (She was an exchange student from Norway), and long legs. However, what got her a lot of stares most of the time was her ass. Calling it big would be an understatement. I already knew that some women had child-bearing hips, but Emilia put a whole new meaning to the word. Her cheeks were so large that they were quite often spilling from the chair she was sitting on. Her wearing tight jeans didn't help (she was one of the very few people who didn't follow the dress code of the school, and basically nobody did shit about that), as the fabric was visibly constrained more often than not.

However, she might've been an absolute sight to behold, but her personality gave her a negative popularity. She was very competitive, and sometimes she was arrogant. Also, it happened from time to time (probably on her period) that she became aggressive. One time she choked a guy almost to **** with her hips after the dude tried to ask her out. Still, his very words were: 'Very, VERY much worth it.'. Hospitalized for 3 weeks, but he got hold of the ass that probably even put Kim Kardashian's to shame, even if only for 15 seconds.

Her tits were somewhat... modest compared to her bottom. Lower C-cups that hung in her loose top of blue color. Everyone could see that they were perky, but her bra kept them from bouncing. She had small chin and somewhat high cheekbones, puffy cheeks and blue eyes. Blonde, straight hair of shoulder length hung freely as she fidgeted with a pen while checking her assignment. She shot a glare at me for a moment as I entered the classroom. Yeah, she didn't like most people, me included. Actually, we never really shared a talk. But I knew this was soon about to change. If I had to make a list of girl to a harem, she would be in top 5. Honestly, if she were a bit smarter, she'd probably be top 3.

Mary sat just next to Emilia. She was much smaller than her friend. She was about 5' 4" tall, with dark skin and brown eyes, completely black hair of chin length, large nose and cheeks, but small lips and ears. Glasses on her nose reflected some light onto her cleavage. Solid H-cups that almost spilled out of her frame, but her bra somehow managed to constrain both her tetas. Her ass wasn't as toned as Emilia's (well, no wonder), but it had a nice bounce to it anyway. She, unlike her friend, was a very smart person, and number 1 in my personal list.

She had a sweet personality. Mary was a very kind, warmhearted person who just wouldn't turn down a person because she didn't have time. Even when I was a nerdy shut-in, she would reach out to me to ask if I managed to follow with the material. She didn't do it out of malice or to laugh at me, but because she was genuinely concerned about me passing. Well, thankfully I did manage quite well, but from time to time I let her explain a thing or two to me. Maybe that was the reason I worked out a crush on her.

And then there was Ms. Haggins.

She was probably one of the most humane teachers we got in our block, even going as far as letting us call her by her name, Jessica, when our classes were not supervised or anything. She rarely ever called us with official terms either, instead opting to call us 'guys', 'dudes', or the likes. Perhaps it was because she was 25 that she didn't want to change into that official system yet.

She was 5' 7" tall, with a somewhat toned bottom and D-cups nicely fitting her semi-hourglass figure (only semi because her ass was noticeably smaller than what would be required for a true hourglass). Her auburn hair were curly and tied in a bun on her head, but whenever she let them roam free they hung to her shoulders, brushing her cheeks freely. She had pinkish skin and some freckles. Eyes green like avarice were scanning over the classroom. A small nose and full lips, as well as large ears.

She was wearing a nice tank top, and over it a work jacket (which when not closed on any buttons emphasized her breasts somewhat, but sadly, not this time). Over her legs, a somewhat constricting skirt was hanging, just below her knees, showing the world her shaved calves and her feet in the sandals. Yeah, she was one of the least conventional teachers, except for our English teacher who always came in rubber slippers to class, even in middle of December.

Her personality was somewhat warm, but not nearly as warm as Mary's (or maybe I am biased?). She didn't like getting angry at anyone, and always tried to turn bad things into jokes. There was a time when someone accidentally struck her mug and it shattered. It looked like she wanted to turn into Johny from Shining and start running around with an axe (funny story, she DOES have a fireman's axe in a cabinet), but all she did was simply smack her lips and comment something like 'Welp. And I was starting to like this one.'

Jessica also tended to make time for whoever needed extra help, just like Mike who was still struggling with that stupid task despite it being rolled over and over for past 3 months. Oh come on, man! It's a horizontal throw! Pull of electricity replaces gravity! You just solve for distance from 2 equations! You should be done by time I finished describing Mary, dude! What are you still doing by that stupid board?!

Back to Jessica... she was a godsend between our Math teacher completely smashing us with differentials, logarithms and combinatorics, and our complementary History teacher who tried his best to teach us, but nobody listened to his words.

There was also 2 more things about her that were very closely connected. First was, she didn't have either a husband or a boyfriend. Second was, she sometimes struck a pose that made her look... quite flirty. One time she wore a little baggy shirt and bent from standing position towards documents on her desk, giving everyone a very clear view of her tits. Another time she bent with her skirt tugged upwards a little, and we could see outline of her underwear. And we know she was aware of our stares. Moreover, this has happened quite a few times in this year.

But now, while Mike was still solving that stupidly easy task, I was placed with a conundrum. Who to pick? Obviously I wanted Emilia, Mary and Jessica, all three of them, and even had some preferences towards them, but... maybe I should go about it a bit differently?

White, black, or pink? Vanilla watermelon-breaking vices, chocolate sweet milkshakes, or strawberry cute soles? Who to pick first, and who next??? [A/N: this is a question to readers. If nothing will be picked by anyone, I'll do them in random order.]