"A little repetition is fine," you say, "As long as I get some answers."
"I'm as curious as you are, old man," Jasmine says with a twinkle in her eye. This is surreal.
"I'm not--" you interrupt yourself and collapse a little, "Ok, fine. Repetition. Every girl is cute. There are barely any guys, and the guys that are here are doofy or assholes. And half the girls seem to be checking me out, while the other half seem to be trying very hard NOT to check me out. On top of all that, my friend Diana is teaching sex ed and asked me to 'demonstrate male sexuality' for her class. And yes, that means exactly what you think it means. And to top it all off--"
"To top it all off," she interjects, "You now feel like it's happening all over again."
"You got it." You sigh.
"Mm," She muses, looking out over the hallway full of young, nubile women, many of whom are eying you, blushing, or otherwise hinting at the flower of their sex appeal, "I wonder what happened right before everything repeating? If this was a 'time loop' story, a repeat would generally be triggered by you dying. Did you die?"
"Er, no." You feel your cock harden slightly just remembering it. "I, er...finished demonstrating something with Diana."
Jasmine's right eyebrow seems to enjoy residing high on her forehead, and upon hearing you speak it shoots right back up there.
"Did you?" She says with a grin.
"It was a very...thorough demonstration," You say.
"I see," Jasmine responds, leaning in towards you, "And would you say the demonstration had a very defined, shall we say, 'climactic' conclusion?"
You swallow. And then nod.
"Well then, I can think of a simple experiment we could try, if you wanted to define the rules of this particular phenomenon."
"...what's the experiment?"
"Let's find an empty classroom and I'll show you."
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