Mary, phase 2: What a peculiar superpower you got there...

I stopped myself just before hitting the door. Well, vector control was an amazing ability, even though I only had it for like 10 minutes or so. I fixed my clothes quickly and put my hand on the knob. As I turned it, I knocked loudly and entered.

What welcomed me immediately was a young woman, at most 27, standing by a large cabinet and looking through some medications in it. She shot me a glare, but her gaze immediately softened when she noticed that it was me. Viva la Rulebook, I guess.

Her name was Britney Parish. She was roughly 5' 5", with a slender body. Her chin-long hair of blonde color were tied in a bun, a pen sticking out of it. She looked... quite cute with it, actually. Perhaps that was the reason she was 8th on the list. Her eyes were of dark blue color, and sometimes I felt like there were oceanic waves inside of them.

She boasted modest B-cups on upper body and an ass just a bit larger than Mary, but she was still sexy, and that was amplified by the somewhat tight nurse outfit she was wearing. Well, I had all the time in the world to memorize her assets when I got sent to the nurse's office a few times, typically after some huge idiot (not pointing fingers, but Mike...) pushed me during soccer or volleyball. Once time I even got a concussion and had to be taken to a hospital.

But that wouldn't apply anymore. I was bigger, sturdier, and far stronger now. Now, I was interested to see, how would Rulebook solve this?

"Oh, if it isn't our famous mister Doe. How's your ankle doing?"

"...it's fine, miss Parish, thank you." Ankle? I can't remember I've ever done anything to my ankle.

"Okay then. Just try not to fall from the stairs again. What brings you here?" She asked, but was turned sideways to me, still looking through her cabinet.

"I came around to ask if a student named Mary Garnett came around just now?"

"Are you her friend? She's in a bed." She pointed behind herself without looking. Yeah, I was free to go and visit. I was 100% sure this was because of the newest rule, but who cared?

I came from the main part of the room towards the part where there were 5 beds one next to another, all of them separated one from another by curtains on a loop around the bed, completely adjustable. As I took a look at them, all but first one were empty, curtains around it. Phew. For a moment there I thought I'd have to begin my plan with someone else. I mean, in the grand scheme of things it wouldn't matter, but... I wanted to have some order of action here.

I approached the curtain, and slowly pushed it aside enough for myself to make my way inside. Immediately, I noticed how Mary was half sitting, half laying in a bed reading some book... completely topless. Both her huge globes were laid bare for the world to see, rather perky, but visibly weighed down by their own mass. Immediately I noticed that both of her puffy, dark nipples were swollen, and there were clear wet spots in her under-bust.

For a split second or so, she didn't seem to register movement, but suddenly, she looked at me, and our eyes met. A second of consternation passed, both of us frozen on spot like deer in headlights. But as she seemingly realized that I was not the nurse Parish, she yelped, both her hands pulling her sheets higher.

"Ah!" She let out a sound full of surprise as she covered herself all the way to her neck. "W-W-What are y-you doing here?!" She asked, probably shocked and embarrassed in equal measure.

"H-Hey, don't yell!" I tried to silence her, turning my gaze away. "I just came around to check on you!" I said quickly. "I heard something happened and got worried!" Okay, that last part was not me. I would never say something like that. That confidence boost... why the hell didn't I erase it?!

Mary's breath slowly slowed down. Suddenly, I heard her speak:

"Y-You can look now, John." Her tone was shaky, but she did her best to sound composed and warm.

I turned my head towards her. She now had her book over the sheets on her chest, visibly wanting to deny her two girls from existing for the time being. Well, she surely was flushed by the situation, and honestly, so was I. Her cheeks were puffed up ever so slightly as sweat glistened off of them.

"Are you alright?" I asked. No need to rush things too much. Her well being was more important than getting her.

"Y-Yes..." She nodded. "You don't have to worry about me."

"I'm sorry, but I can't help it." I answered, but again, this was not me. But... it didn't feel bad this time. "For the past month, you've been acting weird and disappearing in middle of the day. We all are worried about you, Mary." I said.

"T-There's no need to..." She stuttered at first word. Maybe it was my heightened intelligence, but I knew it. She was lying. It must've felt good for her that someone other than Emilia was concerned about her.

"Hey, can I ask a question?"

"...yes?" She tilted her head a little.

"We heard that you are an esper. Is that true?"

Mary suddenly seemed flushed again, and averted her gaze. That must've been a bit touchy subject. But, just when I thought that she'd start refusing to tell or something, she nodded weakly and said:

"...I-I guess I can't keep t-this from everyone forever. Yes, I-I am an esper. I'm a freak." She looked at her hands, and visibly fought the urge to cry on spot. Was her power that bad?

"Don't say things like that, Mary!" I protested. "You're an amazing, beautiful girl, not a freak!" Okay, again, not me here. But I decided to just roll with it at this point. "Esper or not, you're among the most beautiful girl I ever met."

"..." She was... dumbfounded? It was hard to say. Honestly, if I hadn't had some experience with my increased confidence, I would have been, too.

I thought she'd just thank me for the visit and ask me to leave. I was expecting her to get angry at me or to refuse to talk with me further. But... she smiled a bit.

"...t-thanks for kind words, b-but... I am a freak." She said as her smile transformed into a sad one.

"W-What? Why?"

"...I shouldn't..." She was clearly ****. I already suspected it was about her ability. What could it be? I had no idea. I didn't even know what esper abilities really could be. Maybe I wasn't very clear about that? I just hope I didn't screw over anything major. "...I can't..."

Honestly, I felt a bit sorry for doing it, but... I still had a trump card up my sleeve.

"Please, Mary, tell me. I promise I won't tell anyone." No, it was not begging. My trump card was my still active rule about people being highly likely to answer to my requests.

Truth be told, I could've simply made a quick rule about people being more confident around me or something, but I decided to try and not bring in the Rulebook more than I already have.

"...I'm an emphatic esper." Said Mary, but quietly. "I'm not n-normal, a-and I can't... control it fully..." Her tone was quiet, so much so that I only barely managed to register what she said.

"What do you mean?"

"...I... I don't always c-control w-what f-f-feelings I... carry o-out."

"...?" I tilted my head a little. Emphatic esper, okay, got it. She controlled emotions to an extent. So what did she mean by 'carrying out'?

"..."

"I don't want to sound... weird, but... I don't see a connection? Is this connected to some kind of a sickness?"

"...Galactorrhea. It's... m-my sickness."

"What is it?" I played dumb. Well, it would probably be weird if I knew what it was. It could make me look like a pervert.

"..." She turned her head away. She didn't seem like she wanted to tell.

But before I managed to ask her for an explanation, I heard nurse Parish's voice from my side:

"It's a special condition for someone her age." She said. "Better not get too indulged in it, mister Doe."

"Can you tell me what it is?"

"..." Parish looked at me blankly for a moment. She seemed to be fighting with herself for a brief second. "It means lactation without pregnancy. It's most commonly seen in women after they stop breastfeeding."

"...I see..." Wait, but what was Parish doing here?

"Miss Garnett, I got your pill." She said, passing by me and stopping by Mary. In her hand, there was a small cup with a pill. "You're staying for an hour, but if anything more happens, I'll be sending you home."

"...a-alright." Replied Mary, suddenly swallowing the pill and drinking some water to push it through. "Thank you, m-miss Parish."

However, as she handed the cup to the nurse, their hands touched. There was no sound, but... Parish suddenly bent over the bed as she slid downwards helplessly, only managing to stop herself when her head leveled itself with Mary's huge tits. Her legs trembled as she struggled to get up. I rushed to her and helped her up.

"Are you alright, miss Parish?" I asked, and immediately felt how she was starting to sweat, and her skin was burning immediately.

"Y-Yess..." She got on her wobbly legs, and started making her way to her desk. "I... I-I just neeeeed a minute." She prolonged that 'need' into a half-moan, but managed to slowly stabilize her position.

After a few steps she shook my hands off of her, and started walking on her own. I, in the meantime, turned to Mary who hid her face in the book. There was not a sound, but I could imagine that she wasn't proud of that stunt.

"T-T-T... T-This is w-what I m-mean... J-John. I-I'm a-a-a f-freak..." Her voice was trembling. She wasn't crying, but she was close.

"You're not." I riposted. "Mary, you're not a freak." I reached out to her, and got hold of her hand.

"W-Wait, w-w-" But she didn't finish her sentence as I put a finger on her mouth.

"Hey, calm down." I urged her, holding her hand lightly. Honestly, that ability to control my sexual desire was a fit-of-a-moment rule, but it was pretty useful right now. I lowered my libido to a flat 0, and kept it at that level. For now, at least.

"Y-Y-You... w-what?"

"Mary." I said. "You're a beautiful, kind person. There's not a version of the world where I would see you as a freak. You're an esper, and that's alright. You can't control it, but I'm sure you'll learn. Please. Don't berate yourself over something you shouldn't."

"J-John..." She struggled to find any words. Was she perplexed by her ability not working on me? Surely.

"Mary." I repeated, looking into her eyes. "You're an important person to us all. You're important to me." Okay, that was just simply unnecessary. Way to go, Confidence. "And I want to show you how much I mean it. Would you go out with me?" ...I take that back.

"...J-John..." I felt her hand tremble, her eyes becoming glassy. "I..." She reached out with her other hand towards me. She held my hand. "...I... y-yes..." A tear ventured down her cheek as she formed a small smile. "Y-Yes... Yes!" She suddenly rose her voice ever so much. She got my hand between her two. I could feel her accelerated heartbeat as she was shaking ever so much.

She closed her eyes for a long moment. Was she savoring it? I wasn't sure. She was always so open, so outgoing to everyone, and her emphatic ability must've kicked her in her ass, literally. Having little control over when it happens must've sucked. But now, she smiled, as if she regained some hope in humanity.

But then, there was a jolt of electricity that went through us both. We locked eyes, and smile disappeared from Mary's face as she realized what she did to herself. Suddenly her face became extremely flushed as her eyes started going all over the place. I looked a little down and noticed how on the sheets right beneath her right tit, there was a wet spot quickly forming. Yeah, it was clear. Mary just shot herself with a huge dose of arousal.

Suddenly, I felt two hands get hold of either side of my chest from behind. Parish. When did she come up here? Why did she come? The answer was obvious as she scanned Mary's face and slid a hand down my pants.

"Say, neither of you are needed on any classes now, are you?" She asked the rhetorical question.