KRISTEN AND THE BOOK OF WICKEDNESS: BEAUTY IS IN THE EYES OF THE BEHOLDER PART 5

“What to do for now? Angelica isn’t in school. That means even if I change her back, it can result in an awry situation that will harm her. What if I return her mind to normal when she was in the middle of being fucked, it will traumatize her more than saving her,” Kristen mumbled while looking at the slutty students passing by her in the hallway with disinterest

Kristen was at a loss. She believed herself as the chosen guardian of the school to set things right. Despite that Kristen didn’t have any grand goal for her first goal, her first goal was very personal; to save Angelica as soon as possible. She had a taste of how great the book's power, even when she could only use a fraction of its power. Kristen understood well that power tends to corrupt its holder. She had first-hand experience with how hard it was to stop herself from changing others with the magic book on her whims and emotions rather than to change them because it was the right thing to do. Hence, Kristen thought she needed someone who could act as her adviser and brake. Kristen’s first choice for that was Angelica. Hence, she puts importance on saving her best friend. With her best friend beside her as her adviser, Kristen believed that Angelica would be able to rein her when she went overboard with the magic book. Now that she couldn’t achieve that as quickly as she expected, Kristen began to hesitate and felt conflicted.

“Why the gloom, honey?”

Kristen suddenly heard a voice whispering to her mind.

She looked around but didn’t find anyone speaking to her.

“Come to that place.”

The voice said to her again. Kristen was now sure that it was not just her imagination.

“Who are you?” Kristen said to an empty air.

“It’s me, don’t you remember? I’m the one who let you have the Registri Evielum.”

“Beatrix – No, Evielena, is that you?”

“Yes, my darling Kristen. Meet me at the place we first meet, I might be able to ease what troubles your mind.”

Evielena’s voice then vanished from Kristen’s mind.

“So, Evielena isn’t just someone I dreamed of. She really exists,” Kristen mumbled.

_My choice now is randomly picking a class to enter, God only knows what fucked up class I will get this time or meet with Evielena. _Kristen contemplated her choice. She made her choice a moment later and moved toward the school’s old library to meet with Evielena.

“Evielena, are you here?” Kristen shouted after she entered the hidden underground chamber inside their school's old library.

“Don’t need to shout, dear, I can hear you just fine,” Evielena replied. Like when Kristen met her for the first time, the goth lady was drinking a cup of coffee and reading a book.

“You really exist! I thought I was only dreaming about your existence.”

“I am 100% real, but I want you to keep my existence secret, or it will bring disaster to you, and the school if my enemies find out that I’m still alive.”

“Okay. For this school, I will keep your existence a secret,” said Kristen, believing that Evielena was the guardian of the school.

“Anyway, Evielena. You said that you might be able to ease what troubles me, how do you know about what troubles me? Do you read my mind?” Kristen asked the witch curiously.

“As long as you have the Registri Eviellum, I can observe you remotely from anywhere. And I don’t need to read your mind, I can know what troubles you through observation and deduction. I know you are feeling lost right now. You want to save your best friend, Angelica, but because she isn’t at school right now, you are hesitant to change her because it could put her in danger. You want to save Angelica because you don’t feel confident enough that you can control yourself and be wise when you use the magical tome. You need somebody to act as your brake, and you chose Angelica.”

Kristen nodded, acknowledging what Evielena said was right. “So, how can you help me? Can you summon or teleport Angelica here?”

“Unfortunately, summoning Angelica or teleporting her here isn’t something that we should do if you want to keep her safe, for someone without magical resistance, teleporting someone through the void can rip them apart into pieces. Fortunately, your trouble has many ways to solve, for example, substitute Angelica for others.”

“What? Do you want me to replace Angelica with another girl to act as my brake? I don’t think any other girl in this school is as good as Angelica in their morality. Do you want me to pick one of the slut to substitute for Angelica and let them act as my advisor? You’re crazy!” Said Kristen angrily.

“You’re so fixated on Angelica. If I don’t know that you are quite a prude, I will think you are a lesbian. Anyway, do you know the saying ‘beauty is in the eye of the beholder’?”

“Of course, I know; it means that the perception of beauty is subjective. People can have differing opinions on what is beautiful. One may think someone looks ordinary and unappealing, but for others, they can be flawless and captivating.”

“Precisely, so why don’t you give others a chance? You might see them as no better than you and Angelica on the outside, but they may be better than you thought.”

“But you can’t treat morality and character the same as appearance, morality and character are universal. You don’t call a slut or whore a good person,” Kristen rebuked.

“Who decides what is bad and good? The community? Religion? God? The perception of what is good mostly depends on the society where you live, but contrary to what you believe, the parameter of what is good is not as rigid as you think because, in the end, it is still based on the perception of the human mind. Let me help you by altering your standard of what is good.”

“What do you mean? I'm perfectly fine as I am now. I don’t need you to tamper with my mind. It seems meeting you is a mistake, we are done with this talk. I’m out of here.”

“Don’t be in a rush. I still have a gift for you, and I insist that you accept my gift. Oculum aspicientis corrumpit malum. Commutare locum boni et mali. (Let evil corrupt the eyes of the beholder. Exchange the place of good and evil)”

Once Evielena recited the spell, Kristen felt a very painful sting on her brain. Her vision began to get blurred and dim. The last scene she saw before she fell to darkness was Evielena smiling wickedly at her.

Kristen felt like she was dragged into an ocean deep. There was only darkness in her surroundings. She was almost swallowed whole by the darkness until she saw a dot of light. She tried to move toward the light. When she got closer, she found that the light was coming from an almost transparent glass orb.

If you want to dispel the darkness, command the orb to absorb all the darkness.

Unlike before, it wasn’t Evielena’s voice that Kristen heard in her mind, but it was her own voice.

She followed what her other voice instructed her. Kristen was unable to think straight right now because of the overwhelming discomfort the total darkness caused her, she just wanted to get out of this place fast.

“Please absorb all the darkness in the surroundings,” she commanded the orb.

Like a full-powered vacuum cleaner, the orb began to absorb all the darkness. It was no longer transparent orb but pitch black now after it absorbed all the darkness.

Good job for absorbing all the darkness, Kristen. It was Evielena’s voice once more this time. Now, the last step.

The pitch-black orb then suddenly rammed toward Kristen’s chest, and merging with her body.

“Ms. Russel, wake up! Don’t think because you previously ace the introductory class to be a bitch, you can just sleep in my Cruel & Immoral Ethics class.”

The raspy mature voice woke Kristen from her slumber.

Where am I? Am I in class? Why am I here? Wasn’t I in a meeting with Evielena?

While Kristen was still in a state of disorientation and not fully aware, someone spat on her face

“Ms. Russel, I want you to wipe your face with my spit, that might make you fully awake.”

The mature voice belonged to Mrs. Simone Olsen. In previous reality, Simone Olsen was a strict but friendly teacher who taught ethics class. She was soft-spoken and knew how to behave like a lady with a high upbringing.

In this reality. The ethics teacher had undergone a massive change. Her once natural honey-blonde hair was now platinum blonde. She styled them in a severe top knot hair bun. She no longer had her reading glass, but contact lens that made her eyes more charming. Her makeup was immaculate and perfectly done. She had some Botox skin treatment to make her look younger. Her fair white skin now was bronze-tanned.

Instead of the modest long dress that she usually wore in the previous reality. Like other in this school, she wore the teacher’s dress code: a trench coat, sexy lacy open-cup bra, g-string thong panties, fishnet stockings, and 5-inch stiletto heels All black in color.

“Mrs. Olsen?” Kristen blurted out as she observed the woman who just spat on her face. She was not yet sure whether the dominatrix was Simone Olsen.

“Kristen Russel, don’t say you don’t recognize me. I understand an uber bitch like you will not put an effort to remember someone’s name or look but as the person in charge of this class, I won’t permit such a disrespect like sleeping in my class. Do it again and I will punish you. Do you understand?”

“(Yes, ma’am) Whatever you say, old hag,” Kristen said. In her mind, she respectfully answered the teacher with ‘Yes, Ma’am’, but in reality, her mouth said different words. Kristen replied rudely but she didn’t find anything wrong with how she answered as her mind had replaced the words ‘Yes, Ma’am.’

Simone looked annoyed at Kristen's answer, but she decided to not pursue it. She understood what her class was about. Cruel & Immoral Ethics didn’t teach the girl to be a proper lady, it taught girls to be cruel and heartless bitches with as low as possible bottom line of morality. Hence, she didn’t take the rude words of Kristen to heart. From her perspective, Kristen had grasped the essence of being cruel and heartless bitches.

It hurts. Kristen pinched her cheek to check whether she was dreaming or not, and the result was that she was fully awaken.

_So, is my meeting with Evielena another dream of mine? No, Evielena said that she was 100% real. I was talking with her about something…what I talked with her about? I can’t seem to remember my conversation with her. Did she make me forget about the things we talk about? Damn…if she wants to be so secretive about her existence, she should not bother to ask me to meet her. __And how did she transport me to this class? _Kristen had a lot of question in her mind about Evielena.

She gave up thinking about Evielena and then finally tried to hear what Mrs. Simone taught to the class.

“So, class, what I am going to teach you in this Cruel and Immoral Ethics class for today is about being manipulative. A cruel bitch does not always mean a rough, violent bitch, sometime, the cruelest bitch is someone who looks friendly but can betray even their best friend on a whim. Sorry, let me correct myself. A cruel wicked bitch doesn’t have friends, but tools. Do you have any close friends, Mrs Russel?”

Being suddenly named by the buxom lecturer caught Kristen off guard.

Of course, I have a close friend, her name…who is her name again? Mercedes? No, the only Mercedes in this school is Mercy the drug junkie, she is a good tool but not enough to be my best friend. Ashley? There is a few Ashley in our school, which one is my close friend? Ashley Davenport, Ashley Lindell, Ashley Wilhite? All doesn’t seem right. Maybe I don’t have any close friends. If I have somebody who is really close to me, I will not easily forget her name. With how I forgot them, it's mean they are not that important to me.

“Ms. Russel, can you answer me?” The teacher pushed for Kristen’s answer.

Kristen shook her head, “I don’t have any close friends, I have plenty of ‘friends’ that I can ask for help if the need necessary though.”

“Good, you have the right mindset,” the sexy dominatrix lecturer praised and then continued the lesson.

Mrs. Simone seems to have her eyes on me. I need to fix this situation. I don’t want anything to do with her or this class. I prefer to be a silent observer rather than actively participate in a twisted class like this one. I remember she was a friendly teacher, so she deserved to be saved.

Kristen fetched Registri Eviellum from her bag and commanded the magic tome to open Simone Olsen’s page.

Name: Simone Olsen
Age: 40
Height: 5’ 5”
Weight: 130 lbs
Eye Color: Blue
Hair Color: Platinum Blonde.
Hair Style: Severe Top Knot Hair Bun
Occupation: A teacher at Maria Therese School for Slut and Whore. A whore owned by the school’s foundation.
Likes: Money, submissive men, being a bully, corrupting kind girl to be heartless bitch.
Dislikes: Holier-than-thou woman. Naive girl. Being manipulated.
Body figure type: Curvaceous
Breast Size: 1000 ccs silicon-filled fake tit
Sexual Orientation: Bisexual
Relationship: Married
Personality: Strict, Manipulative, Dominant.
Grouping: Faculty member, Aria Herese’s school prostitution ring
Remark:

1. Simone Olsen was one of the whore that the school’s foundation owned. Simone signed the slave contract voluntarily, thinking that she would be able to manipulate the person in charge of her/ her pimp so she could gain protection from the school but still have a bigger cut of money for her service. Simone was confident in her ability to manipulate.
2. Simone wasn't a common whore that worked in the street, but she worked as a dominatrix in one of the school foundation’s owned brothels. She found joy when she was acting cruel and bossy to submissive men. Simone would hook her clients and manipulate them so they kept coming back, and without them realizing it, she would slowly ruin their lives.
3. Her husband knew about her side work as a dominatrix and whore, he also knew that the school foundation was owning his wife’s life. But her husband was a pathetic submissive man who would not go against the will of her wife. He finds it hot that he was in a marriage with a dominatrix whore who fucks any other men but not him.
4. Aside from being a dominatrix and acting like a heartless bitch, she found another source of joy; corrupting a kindhearted girl to be a cruel bitch like her. She loved twisting these girls' minds, poisoning their minds with toxic femininity. It always turns her on when she witnesses other girls act like heartless bitches to someone else.

Kristen began to scribe on the magic book page, making a change on the lecturer.

Simone felt stunned for a moment, her mind was suddenly filled with ideas that didn’t have any connection to her class at all. But she was unable to shrug the ideas off and thought of anything else. At this point, she couldn’t continue the lecture even if she wanted to.

Without the buxom teacher realizing it, her outfit quickly shifted into something else. This new Mrs. Simone now wore a Polkadot retro dress, but the skirt part was still short enough that it barely covered her buttock and pussy. Her fishnet stocking was now thigh-high socks with a garter belt to support it. Her platinum blonde hair was no longer in a severe bun but teased in big bouffant hair. The Botox skin treatment on her face seems to be undone, and there were some wrinkles back in her face. Her makeup was now overdone to try to cover these wrinkles. Her fake tits became a natural part of her body before it got a little saggy. She looked like a friendly, and homely elderly Stepford housewife.

“She finally looks a bit like the old Mrs. Simone that I know,” Kristen mumbled. She felt a joy that she was finally able to use the book for its true purpose; to make a ‘good’ change.

“You and you, come here! One of you will eat my pussy, and one of you will get their tongue in my ass.” Mrs. Simone pointed at two girls who stood in the front row.

Despite her new homely appearance, her personality as a cruel and heartless bitch stayed and even boosted to new heights. She was now what people coined as ‘Karen’. Rude, egoistical, selfish. Mrs. Simone was adept at using her friendly elderly neighbor vibe to manipulate and control others. She was also a very horny woman now.

“Yes, Ma’am,” The two aloof girls meekly obeyed their lecturer's command like they already used to do it. Kristen recognized the two as Corrine Andersen and Saki Fukada.

Corrine was one of the members of the bible reading club like her. Kristen didn’t know Saki well, but she had heard unpleasant rumors about the second-generation Asian girl, the rumor said that Saki’s good grade was because she gave the teacher a good lick on their cunt. This a ridiculous rumor considering back before the change, their school’s teachers were known for their integrity.

“Oh god, you are a really good pussy licker, Bitch number 1,” Mrs. Simone said to Saki.

“Bitch number 2, you need to learn from Bitch number 1 on how to use your tongue. Put more effort into licking my asshole.”

“Heshh, amm (Yes, Ma’am),” said Corrine in a muffled voice.

Kristen didn’t see anything was wrong with the spectacle. How Mrs. Simone abused Corrine and Saki didn’t seem to bother her. Previous Kristen would feel disturbed by the scene, but the current twisted Kristen saw the sexual act of forcing some girl to lick a cunt as normal. She was worried more about Corrine and Saki’s performance. Corrine wasn’t a good enough cunt licker and the rumor about Saki that she used to lick the teacher’s pussy seemed true.

“I think I have an idea to solve these problems together.”

My name is Corrine Andersen…No, My name is Corinne Fukada…No, that also doesn’t seem right…My name is…Cookie Fukada…yes, my name is Cookie Fukada.

Corrine now Cookie was still licking Mrs. Simone’s asshole nonstop even while her mind was distracted with other thoughts. It was a nice way to lessen her discomfort of licking the mature woman’s ass. She dislike the taste of Mrs. Simone's ass, but she was too scared to stop before the teacher tell her to stop. Mrs. Simone was terrible and fearsome when she was angry. She was a master of manipulation, one time even their parent was manipulated by Mrs. Simone to be an extension of her hand to dish out punishment toward her who performed terribly.

As Cookie put her entire focus on rimming the mature woman's ass. She didn’t notice the change in her appearance. Her white skin gradually turned yellowish then took another turn to be tanned bronze brown. Her natural golden blonde hair turned into a cheap bottle blonde color with dark roots hair, there were several pink hair streaks mixed among her blonde hair. The once straight hair was now quite curly and her hair was teased big, its volume rivaling Mrs. Simone’s bouffant hair. Thick black eyeliner circled her eyes then white eyeshadow overly applied around it. Her lips were coated in silvery white lipstick. A stud piercing appeared on one of her nostrils.

Her top changed into a leopard-printed tube top, and her skirt was changed into a black denim cutoff skirt that was more like a belt than a skirt. Her heels became stompers shoes, and matching leopard-print leg warmer socks appeared on her feet.

Cookie Fukada was a yamamba gyaru. Cookie was not the only yamamba gyaru the school had. Cookie took a glance at her twin sister who was on the other side licking Mrs. Simone’s pussy. Her twin sister was Sally Fukada. Her name was Sally but people, including her twin sister, often called her Silly because Sally was a little dumber than Cookie, but Sally had better sexual prowess than Cookie.

Like her twin sister, Sally was also a yamamba gyaru. Unlike her twin counterpart, her hair was dyed pink with some blonde streaks among it. Her makeup was identical to Cookie's, but Sally had several more piercings than her twin counterpart, like shark bite piercings and a nose ring. Sally was also more daring than Cookie in her choice of clothes. For her top, her cantaloupe-sized tits were only covered in a neon pink bikini top. She had the same belt-like skirt as her sister but it was in pink-colored latex. Her fur legwarmer was also in pink color.

Like Cookie, Sally put her entire focus on licking the mature teacher’s muff.

“Oh God, you two bitch really good with your tongue, one is a natural cunt licker, and another one born to clean asshole,” Mrs. Simone moaned vulgarly.

In the back seat, Kristen was satisfied with the result of the change she made to Corrine and Saki, now Cookie and Sally. She had made the two a twin sister. She didn’t expect that it would work, considering the entry name in the book was usually unchangeable and she could only change their nickname, but by rearranging their family, she created a loophole that Corrine was registered as Cookie. Now Corrine’s American mother was married to Saki’s Japanese father. Corrine's father was now had long divorced Corrine’s mother. Meanwhile, Saki’s Japanese mother was just a maid in the Fukada new household. Well, the Fukada was a very sexually active household now so some time the couple invited the Japanese maid for a threesome with them.

She looked at Corrine’s changed page one last time before moving on.

Name: Corrine Andersen
New Name: Cookie Fukada
Nickname: Cookie
Age: 18
Height: 5’ 1”
Weight: 90 lbs
Ethnicity: Asian-American
Eye Color: Blue (Pink with contact lens)
Hair Color: Bottle blonde with pink streaks
Hair Style: Curly long hair
Occupation: A student at Maria Therese School for Slut and Whore Simone Jay’s pet..
Likes: Being praised, Sex, Her twins, smoking.
Dislikes: Simone Olsen
Body figure type: Skinny
Breast Size: 2000 ccs silicon-filled fake tit
Sexual Orientation: Bisexual
Relationship: Single
Personality: Slutty, Bitchy, Cowardly when faced against Simone Olsen.
Grouping: Student, Gyaru

Remark:

1. Corrine was a child of Camille Rose and a Japanese man. Her mother had her in an accident after a one-night stand went awry. After Corrine and her twin sister were born, Camille’s first husband divorced her because he knew that Camille was fucking other men behind her back. It was not until a year later that she met the same man who impregnated her. Camille showed him his twin daughter. Feeling responsible, the man married Camille. From then on, Corrine’s name was changed to Cookie Fukada, and her twin sister's name to Sally Fukada.
2. Cookie is a slutty girl who was inspired by the Japanese fashion culture of gyaru and ganguro. She also has a strong interest in JAV (Japanese Adult Video). She never passed a day without watching one porn video. Her sister shares the same interest with her.
3. Cookie, adopting the gyaru stereotype was a bitchy delinquent girl who has no respect for rules and ethics. It changed when the twin met with their mistress, Mrs. Simone, an ever bigger cruel bitch than them. The mature bitch had not only trained the twin to serve her but also made their parent her slave.

Did Kristen feel guilty after she destroyed the two families? In her mind, she was doing this for the greater good. The sacrifice is necessary to get the change she intended. She believed that she was doing the best for all parties involved.

Meanwhile, in the underground library, Evielena was guffawing after she saw how Kristen turned out after she twisted the definition of what is good and bad in her mind.

But in the middle of her happy laugh, she suddenly frowned.

“Tch… Is the inquisitor finally smelling the mess? I thought not being actively involved using the book would give me a longer time before that goody bitches notice something was wrong. Thankfully, I have some pawns to use. This Bellatrix and Angelica will come in handy to distract these temple bitches. Too bad for Kristen, she would not be able to save her friend.”

To be continued in the next chapter

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