Matsuda

Matsuda chose Miss Hirote's classroom because the forty-something year old had large boobs and a pretty face, her hair always up in a loose ball with decorative pins through it. He was so excited to get his hands on her that he failed to notice the questioning look she sent his way as he entered the room. She kept up her monologue as he approached and she freaked the hell out when he grabbed her chest. Behind him the classroom erupted into exclamations of disbelief and outrage.

Matsuda didn't notice at first as the teacher could barely manage to speak she was so in shock, her hands flailing in the air. Soft warm boob-flesh under his fingertips meant Matsuda remained unaware that his newfound powers weren't working until he was suddenly roughly grabbed and jerked away from the teacher.

"I'll take this delinquent to administration, Miss Hirote." remarked Kiba, the blonde pretty boy goody-two-shoes that all the girls went crazy for.

Matsuda glared at the bastard but allowed himself to be dragged from the room as shock hit him, realizing that his perverted superpower had failed him. Shit. This wasn't good...

"Awe...come on, man. Can't you let me go? Who put you in charge of the disciplinary committee, huh?" he whined as Kiba released him and lightly shoved him into walking down the hallway towards the principal's office.

Kiba spoke up in a relaxed manner without any rancor, "No one. My own sense of honor, perhaps. What exactly possessed you to act so inappropriately?"

"Seriously?! Have you seen her huge rack? It's totally NORMAL to just grab her boobs whenever you feel like it!" Matsuda's hand went to his ear as he noticed a warmth emanating from the earring. Had it done that before? Back in the locker room maybe it had...

"Huh." Kiba made a light sound of confusion from behind him and Matsuda looked back and stopped when he saw that the blonde guy was just standing there, "Now why exactly did I intend to bring you to the principal? Weird..."

Matsuda felt a little jolt of excitement. He'd just done something....uncovered some new aspect of the earring's power. He walked back to Kiba, "Because I was feeling up Miss Hirote's rack in front of the class, right?"

Kiba's blonde brows drew together and he shook his head quite definitively, "No. That wasn't it." He snorted, his lips curving upward in a smirk, "If fondling Miss Hirote's generous bosom was an offense, we'd all be in detention." A somewhat dreamy look came to his eyes before his eyes narrowed and a more serious cast came to his stupid pretty-boy features, "Ah. Skipping class is an offense. I suggest you get back to yours now."

Matsuda was too excited about what he'd just found out to be to put off about this guy acting like he was a teacher or member of faculty or something. And he just nodded and started walking away quickly, his thoughts racing. Somehow he could control peoples' thoughts. Perhaps just by saying something it became true? Had that been how it worked back in the locker room? He tried to remember the stuff they'd said to Katase and Murayama. A lot of bullshit but the girls had gone along with all of it.

Wait. Hadn't he felt a warmth from the earring when he'd said something about girls normally sucking a dick when it was in their face? And then Murayama had started sucking Motohama almost instantly when she'd been sort of ignoring it right before? And it affected more people too! He'd sort of pushed Katase to go to her knees and put his dick in her mouth but Miss Abukura had seemed to almost attack his dick when it got close to her face. It had honestly surprised him at the time...

Holy Kami! With this sort of power....

Matsuda was brought up short by a firm hand gripping his shoulder, "I had hoped you would simply go back to your class. Now I really am going to have to take you to administration." Kiba sighed, clear disappointment in his tone.

Matsuda felt an evil grin twisting his lips.

Time for another test....