Preparations

+5 BS. 35 remaining.

Yep. That figures. This was the most erotic experience I’ve ever had that wasn’t actually about sex. I’m not even sure how to define my relationship with Jenny anymore. Can you say you’re friends with benefits if the benefits in question are “shamelessly discussing our depraved shared fetish together without actually having sex”?

I don’t think you can.

But at the same time, it’d be a bit restrictive to say we’re just regular friends, wouldn’t it? Do regular old buddies make each other hot and bothered over dinner while talking about how much fun they’re going to have corrupting their stuck up colleague?

God, we spent so long talking about it too. The app wasn’t lying when it said she’d come up with ideas for brainwashing on her own. If I listened to every suggestion she made, both Ellen and herself would end up as helpless embodiments of lust, utterly unable to function on their own for anything other than indulging in their incepted fetishes, which of course is not what I want.

For them, that is.

I need them mostly functional, and I want them to stay somewhat independent individuals.

But for other girls... Well, let’s just say I took note of some of her ideas.

In the end, we had to leave the cafeteria long before we were done talking. We just went onto the quad and continued our conversation on a bench while the students were having dinner.

“You want to grope every woman on campus whenever you want? Dude, that’s kind of gross...” she said at one point.

I actually felt a bit scared that I went too far, that I’d revealed my hand too soon.

“Oh, no no no,” I said, trying to remember the exact wording of her traits, “I don’t want to grope everyone, I want to twist your mind and everyone else’s into thinking it’s completely okay for me to grope them. That it’s a good thing even!”

“Oh!” She exclaimed, embarrassed that she hadn’t thought about it that way, before returning to the expression of arousal she’d had ever since dinner. “That... does sounds amazing. I don’t want you to touch me sexually... But I want you to make me want it. Do I really have to wait two more days? Please, I need to see you hypnotise someone so bad. I need my brain fucked upside down. I need truth to become fiction and fiction my new truth. And I need to help you do it to Ellen too.”

75BS.

That’s the number I want before I can feel comfortable setting my plan into motion. It might seem overkill, but I need to convince Ellen of two separate things, and even with Jenny’s help, it’s possible that one of them would cost 50, with the other probably only being 25 at most, since it’s refining an existing belief. I’m almost halfway there already, and in two days I’ll have reached 65 through passive regeneration. So if I want to be on schedule, I just need to find 10BS through using the traits already in place.

I only work in the afternoon tomorrow, a Wednesday, and only with my main group. The good thing about it is that they’re already convinced that I can threaten them sexually, so it’ll be easy to use the trait on them. The downside is that I’ve already done so today, so the diminishing return will kick in. It’s hard to say how much I’ll get from them, but it’ll definitely be less than 5.

On Thursday, I’ve got the usual group, as well as one that I haven’t had this week yet. By then, I doubt I’ll get much BS out of using the trait on my main group, if any at all, but if I can use the belief on the other class, assuming they’re turned by then, I can probably squeeze 5 points out of them, which might be enough to get me there. I’ll have to pay attention to any opportunity to use the traits outside of classes though. The more BS, the better.

I spend the rest of the evening preparing tomorrow’s class and sending each student personalised, constructive feedback on last class’s exercises.

What? Just because I’m a pervert with superpowers doesn’t mean I can’t have a sense of work ethics.

I will admit that I am a bit lacking when it comes to the other types of ethics.

Just as I’m about to finish giving feedback, I feel a small burst of energy.

+15 BS. 50 remaining.

I glance at my watch: 00:04.

So midnight is what the app considers to be a new day. It took a few minutes for the BS to arrive though. Now that I think about it, the ones I got this morning only came in a few minutes after I woke up, and the ones from threatening my class and working Jenny up took a little bit of time too. But every time I convinced someone of something, I felt the points draining away instantly.

So spending resources is instantaneous but getting them back takes time. I guess Paypal must be in charge of handling the transactions.

Once again, I sleep quite comfortably, I’m even starting to feel properly rested, which isn’t really a common feeling in my line of work. I check the progress of the belief through the school: 72%. I’ll check again later today, but I might not even need to put in any effort for tomorrow’s group to be fully turned. Although a quick look at the list shows that barely more than half of them are already convinced. I assume the ones that I’ve converted through my presence pull the school average up, so the ones I haven’t been in proximity to are a little bit under average.

I use most of my morning preparing work for tomorrow, so I can fully focus on Ellen when I’m not in class.

I eat lunch alone. Jenny and Julian, along with a few other teachers and staff members, had to make a video call with the vice-dean, and of course they were the ones who had to give up their lunchtime to match the vice-dean’s timezone, so the cafeteria is even emptier than usual, and I don’t know any of the people that did show up. When I’m done, I go to my classroom and see that, as usual, Rachel was the first one to come in. Once again, she struggles to even acknowledge my presence without triggering her fight-or-flight response.

The other students gradually fill the seats until it’s time to start the class.

As usual, they’re chatting loudly, which is a good opportunity to reuse the same trick as yesterday.

“Girls, we’re going to start class,” I tell them, knowing that the effect will be as negligible as usual.

The chatter immediately dies down.

...

Er... I hadn’t seen that one coming. Since when are they so obedient? And how am I going to get points out of them if they don’t give me a reason to threaten them?

Threatening them! That’s what made them so docile. The app said that threatening the girls’ virtue would “increase compliance”, if I’m remembering the exact phrasing correctly. Since the students believe that what I did yesterday was a good way to enforce discipline, they’re now acting more disciplined.

I’m not sure if it’s a good thing or a bad thing. It’ll make classes less annoying, that’s for certain, and it might make it easier to enact new rules if they’re more willing to abide by my whims, but it also means that this belief is going to become even less useful in terms of getting BS in the long run.

“Alright, thank you,” I say after regaining my composure. “So, let’s start where we left things off yesterday...”

The class goes without any issues. The girls give me no reason to discipline them. They’re quiet, they seem to pay attention, they do the exercises I give them. Some of them still seem bored but I can’t fault them for it.

Well, I suppose I could if I really wanted to, but the golden rule of teaching is to avoid dishing out discipline too much. If you yell all the time, it loses its effectiveness, they start resenting you, they don’t want to work for your class, and it becomes harder to convince them to become your personal horny little sluts whose lives revolve around sating your every desire.

That last one doesn’t quite apply to every teacher.

But it’s the most relevant to me. As much as they think it’s okay for me to use sexual threats as a form of discipline, they still see it as me scolding them, and it’s still something they don’t like. And the less they like me, the less they’ll want to listen to me, the harder it’ll be to argue with them, and the more BS it’ll cost when I want to corrupt them. Gotta play the long game here, and that means not abusing the rules I’ve put in place.

I’ll see how things go tomorrow, maybe something will happen that lets me threaten them in a way that’ll seem fair to them.

Speaking of, let me take a look at the spread of the threatening rule.

80%

That should be enough. There’s still a whole night for the rule to spread, and even if one of the students in tomorrow morning’s class isn’t convinced, I can find a way to work around it.