Have June decide again

June shuts the door behind you. Terra's room is lit by the midday sunlight from the window and the glow of pink string lights hung up along the bunk bed. There is some fourteen-hour study music playlist playing from her computer.

Terra asks, "but what about your grades?" She was supposed to be helping you out, and she knows you don't score as high as her anyway.

"I guess we have to ask June how it works." June still has to tell Terra about this, that seems to remain true.

"Well, um, you um help out John with his needs, and in turn, he just adds points, directly to your final grade in any class, with his computer somehow." You like the sound of it, but her saying it doesn't make it true.

"June, would you rather that be how it works for both of you, or have it just work that way for you, but let Terra earn points by dressing slutty too?" You may not be sure how she's gonna answer, but either way you've made June pick your prize.

"Yeah, Terra can dress like a slut. I'll blow you if you want, for a 100 in Chem." You drop your towel.

June gets on her knees and as she licks your prick delicately to wake it up, you remind yourself to do some kind of nebulous thing you know how to do on your computer later.

As June slurps up your suddenly hard cock into her cheek, Terra takes off the flannel shirt and says, "I guess I won't get any extra credit dressed like this?" It doesn't make her unattractive, but she clearly wore shapeless baggy crap special for your visit.

"Nope."

Terra reaches inside her tank top and fumbles her arms around while June squeezes your shaft up and down with her lips wrapped around her teeth.

When her arms come back out of her shirt, Terra is holding her support bra. She lays it on her chair and says, "how many points would that get me?"

Terra's tank top clings to her tits and her smooth stomach. Her nipples push against the fabric making little shadows at the tips of her boobs. Instead of answering her, you just smile and shrug.

Terra blinks and draws in a breath before she says, "okay, just a sec." She disappears behind a changing screen, searching in her closet. June is swirling the base of her tongue around your shaft as she deepthroats you now. You wonder if all seniors are this experienced.

When Terra steps back out, she's wearing a black pleated miniskirt. She slowly lifts the fabric to reveal a bright red thong and she asserts, "I think this is the sluttiest thing I can get away with."

"It's a good start, but I bet you'll do better eventually. Laundry day should be fun."

"Well I mean, I can still dress normal most of the time, it's not like I'll lose points for that."

"I guess there's some things you should know, Terra." June's squinted shut eyes open suddenly and she looks up at you, slurping and sucking. Looking back down at June's worried eyes, you ask her, "June, would you rather tell us why Terra's grades are about to need some extra help, or just grab that letter from the dean that explains it all." While June decides whether to hand-craft her resident's cursed fate or to leave it to chance, you pump your cum into her throat and smile.

June slides her lips off your twitching dick and stands up. She wipes her mouth with the back of her hand and says, "It's all in the letter." She looks to the door you came in, where you can see a letter has been slid in through the crack underneath.

Terra opens the letter and reads aloud. "Dear Miss blah blah blah, informing you of policy, yeah yeah, here finally: shall be lowered one point for each time you have mistreated a fellow student in that class without provocation." She looks up from the letter. "How bad can that be?"

Just today in O'Connor's class she was shitty to you twice by your count. Maybe you earned the second one for checking her out like a perv, but that was still after she taunted you, calling you a nerd like usual.

"Is that it?" she asks. You hope it's not.

And it's not. Her lips mutter as she reads on, until she starts shaking her head in disbelief, "and another point down for every male student in class with you who does not gain an erection at some point during class."

You can't believe it. Even having brutally taken advantage of people all day with unexplained magical powers, you still can't believe that these would be the random details chosen by the universe for Terra when you and June left her fate to manifest itself in an envelope. She looks pissed. You're actually done here. You dress yourself in one of Terra's baggy pyjama sets and ask June, who's still wrapped up in her towel, "well, would you rather walk around naked all day, or stretch out some of Terra's little clothes?"

"Will it even work?" Terra asks, when June pulls on one of her tank tops, squished side boob spilling out everywhere. With scissors from her desk, Terra clips the neckline an inch down and June's tits relax into the slack a little bit. It's still way too tight. Besides that, she finds some elastic-waisted sweat pants she can use.

"See you in class, Terra!" you wave as you head for the door.

You stand with June in the hall in the Crusader dorm, excited for the first time to attend O'Connor's lecture, but that's not until tomorrow morning. June tries to adjust her slutty tank top, but all it does is move her cleavage around.