A Little Rabbit in Littlewood

Cassie read through the notes made in her pages as Simon watched the cheerleader’s face curiously. Her eyes seemed focused on every word, her mouth slightly pursed in interest as she leaned forward.

“Hm….”

Her cheeks tinted pink for a moment as she got to one of the more interesting of his notes.

“S-So you’re saying Djinn in this project experiences their wielder’s wishes through pleasurable responses?”

The young man looked away and tried not to blurt out the obvious as they walked together again for their shared study hall. He nodded, “Yeah, I’ve done plenty of research. I think a lot of stuff got muddled, but I’m certain of that part.”

Simon tried not to stray too far from certain hallways as the brunette bob-cut continued reading. Kevin and Jessica both were in different classes and other hallways. But, unlike the genie or the amulet wielder, the young Master could explore the school even more than before.

Cassie hadn’t noticed they were taking a different route than they had before. He was still confused by how she had reacted toward him with such energy. Was it just because he listened more? Jessica probably could explain it better to him. She seemed to have a better grasp at getting Cassie’s talkative nature under control.

The more nimble cheerleader nodded as she bounced on her toes, placing the notebook behind her back in both hands, “I’m not saying it doesn’t make sense, Simon. I’m just surprised by it. I’ve done the same thing with this. Though I’ve read about certain Djinn broken up into different groups, and there being a whole thing of them dedicated to sexual energy….”

“Oh yeah! I found that one yesterday,” Simon pointed out with an enthusiastic response, his face smiling.

“Here, I almost forgot I wanted to show you something!”

With a certain amount of satisfaction, the auburn-haired giant pulled out the metal shard around his neck and displayed it to the curious cheerleader.

Cassie leaned forward and stared at it curiously, tilting her body and then letting out a gasp as she bounced back up to look at him.

“Wow, a Seal of Solomon fragment, huh? That’s so neat! Where’d you get it?”

“Uh….”

Simon looked up and away again as he suddenly found himself struggling to come up with a story to tell the curious cat-lover.

“I found it this morning when I was with Jess! I took it over to Ryder’s class and the metal gang. They told me it’s made from Cast Iron. They thought it was pretty old, too.”

Cassie stuck out her arms as she bounced on one foot, “That’s amazing! I mean, Cast Iron makes a lot of sense! I read in my book that Jinns have a weakness for Cast Iron!”

Simon raised an eyebrow, “Weakness?”

Last time the young genie’s Master checked, Jessica hadn’t displayed any sort of weakness toward metal. On the contrary, she had proved capable of imbuing it given Kevin’s amulet, but a weakness? That didn’t sound right. Yet, on the other hand, Cassie kept nodding in excitement as she suddenly gripped the artifact around his neck in her hands.

Simon caught himself as he almost was pulled down on top of her. Instead, the nimble cheerleader stroked her fingers and felt the surfaces of the metal for herself.

“Hm…you think this could’ve been used for some exorcism or something? Maybe alchemy? Maybe someone was trying to create a philosopher’s stone or gold with it….”

He tilted his head as Cassie bounced away again, “You think so?”

She smiled brightly and nodded emphatically, “Yeah!”

The photographer watched as the cheerleader’s smile suddenly turned to puckered lips, and she raised her eyebrow.

“Simon, does anything about today seem weird to you lately?”

He tilted his head, “In what way?”

Cassie danced her feet and glided herself across the tiles of the floor, as if on skates, and swayed her body as she sighed frustrated, “Like, I can’t really describe it, but something’s just really off about everyone today! Miss Weaver’s lesson was the same, or at least I think it was. But, I don’t know, it just seemed like something was…different…. I can’t put my finger on what, though….”

As she looked up at the ceiling and stroked over her lips in thought with her right index finger, Simon leaned over to open the door and look inside a nearby math class.

Ms. Chen wrote out equations and geometry on the chalkboard that took the illustrated form of a penis and a set of testicles. The teacher herself looked like she had come to life from a hentai-CG collection from Kevin’s desktop computer.

The Asian woman wore a thin, ribbed, shoulderless-white tank top that was almost translucent enough to see the red bra that now held her pair of large breasts and tucked itself into the tight blue mini-skirt that almost looked a size too small on the woman’s hourglass hips. The skirt was so tiny and tight-fitting it molded to the red panties and thin pantyhose underneath it that ran to the tall black open-toed boots on her feet. The woman was flushed in the face and skin, struggling to chastise a member of her class.

Simon’s expression turned flat as he took out his phone and texted his friend.

You have two left after this, Kev.

He received a reply in seconds.

Take a pic of Chen while you can buddy, it won’t last after lunch. B)

You have a problem =_=

The young dork sighed at his friend/problem and rubbed the top of his head as he walked back over to Cassie. The photographer checked the app for the amulet again as another text popped up.

I’d be more worried about your girlfriend if I were you.

Simon scowled and opened the app again as he tried to catch up with the other cheerleader.

COLD!

The genie shrieked out as she failed to notice the sudden downpour of water as she opened the door to her English Literature class. She shivered and whimpered as the classroom broke out in laughter at the sight of her. They had all beaten her to class just so they could see the red-haired prankster, Peter, set up for her arrival. The sweater vest had been a casualty in Home Ec. Now the rest of the blonde’s uniform was soaked as Jessica rushed to find her seat at the last available desk in the center of the class.

Dead Center.

Surrounded.

Her Master warned her that this class would start the next phase of her abusive trial. Her blonde hair dripped water onto the desk as she shivered and bit her lip. Jason and the rest of her friends were sitting at a distance from her. As a result, Jessica shrunk herself in her seat.

She had to endure this for the rest of the day to keep Tiffany out of Kevin’s fingers and deliver her to her Master, or else threaten the risk of Sam falling into the pervert’s clutches. The reminder made even more apparent with the sight of the raven-haired cheerleader sitting behind her and off to the right of the classroom. Other members of their clique had noticeably chosen to gather around her instead of the Queen of the School.

Jessica sighed, the class hadn’t even started, and it was already worse than Biology.

The blonde was wet, her outfit already ruined before she made it out of her second class, and now came the next attack on her psyche from Kevin.

Miss Littlewood. One of the youngest and by far Jessica’s favorite teacher in her entire four years of Eastlake was no longer the sunny and cheery teacher in her sundress and cardigans. Instead, the stylish and cheerful look was replaced by something between lingerie and a librarian’s outfit.

Though she was technically wearing a ‘waistcoat,’ the dark garment was sleeveless and barely covered her torso, coming to an abrupt end before it even reached her belly button. It was also insanely low-cut, doing nothing to hide the black and white lace shelf-bra that encased her breasts. The strawberry blonde's neck had a detached collar from a smart white shirt that wrapped around her slender throat with a short black silk tie dangling from its front, like an arrow pointing directly into her cleavage.

Below the waist, Miss Littlewood wore a pair of tight black micro shorts that rose high over the cheeks of her ass, leaving them almost completely exposed. Other than a single frilly black and white garter halfway up her left thigh, her legs were entirely bare, with her feet tottering in a pair of high platform black stilettos.

The young teacher’s hair pulled up in a messy bun, and a pair of thin-rimmed glasses - that Jess was sure the teacher didn’t need - were now perched on the end of her cute button nose. Her lips were glossy with bright red lipstick, and the English Lit teacher tapped the eraser end of a pencil against the corner of her mouth like she was deliberately trying to draw attention to it.

Jessica blushed and bowed her head at the sight of it. Her teeth clenched, and she trembled in her seat. Miss Littlewood had been a source of hope for her, a voice of reassurance. But, seeing what Kevin reduced her teacher to made the young genie want to start screaming at the strawberry blonde to snap out of it - that it was all a trap. That she was transformed into doing this because of that perverted Kevin and….

A sudden shock shot through the genie’s body and rushed through her panties and her body, causing it to spasm and fall out of her chair. A painful yelp broke out from her lips, and she felt herself crumple on the floor.

Unlike other times, this wasn’t the same energy spike as it would be from one of her Master’s wishes. Instead, this was deliberate and from the outside. Classmates laughed at her as her skirt had flown upward, her hair still dripping wet on the tiles of the floor as her emerald eyes darted around the room in confusion. Then she saw it under her seat and the small button held in the red-haired prankster’s hand under his desk.

Peter had jury-rigged an electrical buzzer underneath her chair. For the blonde, this meant that Jessica would receive a sudden shock under her seat. Without any warning. At any given time by the prankster.

And no one was planning on switching desks with her today. They all knew Peter had done it and gave her no warning with prior knowledge. Her humiliation on the floor was a source of newfound amusement.

A shadow loomed over her shortly after that. Jessica gazed up to see the sexual form of the strawberry blonde teacher over her, eyes locked in on the cheerleader and displaying arousal at the sight of her on the floor.

“Is everything all right, Jessica?”

Her voice even sounded aroused by the sight of her. The genie blushed back at the sound of her teacher’s voice and stared up at her.

Miss Littlewood was nothing more than a perverted transformation created by Kevin’s demonic imagination.

So why was the genie feeling so warm at the sight of her?

Jessica had felt this same warmth when she had stared at her best friend two periods earlier. Sammy had grown up like her to be pretty. Miss Littlewood was beautiful too, but that was before seeing her like this. Seeing her teacher so sexualized….

Jessica felt her heartbeat race as she nodded nervously.

She noticed her teacher staring at the sight of what had been underneath the cheerleader’s skirt, and the blonde quickly adjusted herself and sat back in her chair. But, as she looked up, Miss Littlewood was still staring at her, biting down on her lip much in the same way the genie felt herself doing when thinking of her Master.

What was going on?

The genie didn’t have long to think about it as she felt another quick jolt underneath her chair that sent spasms through her body. She clamped her hands down on the desk to keep herself in place. The blonde, now trapped without being able to even reach for her notebook or pen. As she attempted to reach for her bag again, she suffered another jolt.

“Mmmph!”

Jessica felt her body start to clench down as she whimpered. Then, angered, she turned her emerald eyes behind her and glared at Peter Edgars until he saw her. The redheaded prankster smiled with a wave at the genie and then hit the button again as he became annoyed with her angry stare.

The genie’s body shuddered again under the electrical current, and she soon pouted and looked at him, pleading for the prankster to stop. He only did when Miss Littlewood began moving around the classroom. The teacher’s alluring walk in her stilettos as they lightly clicked on the tiles, her hips swaying and accentuating the woman’s posterior.

“Is everything all right, Jessica?”

The blonde shot her emerald eyes upward at the faux-glasses of her teacher’s new “uniform” and into the lustful gaze of her teacher. Her face became warm as it drew closer, the genie’s mouth drying as she looked away bashfully and nodded again—the occasional glance given to the English educator’s breasts as they met the cheerleader in the face.

“You can tell me if something’s bothering you. Anything….”

Jessica’s face felt hot as she shook her head again under the sultry and seductive tone her teacher took with her. Again, she shook her head as she looked down at her desk. The sexy strawberry-blonde moved on to continue her lesson as the rest of the class seemed completely unaware or used to her teacher’s behavior. As if the woman’s transformation was NORMAL.

Kevin knew Miss Littlewood was her favorite teacher, Master had explained to her. Therefore, she naturally realized he would be more than happy to humiliate the genie by using her over any of the other teachers.

Or have the strawberry blonde humiliate both the genie and herself in front of her class. Soon after, this started happening as the teacher rounded the room—a source of sexual arousal and energy and unable to keep her eyes off the cheerleader.

“Master. I’m in trouble.”

As always, her Master’s voice greeted her with that same haste that he always had for her.

“What’s wrong?”

Jessica’s eyes focused on her teacher as she strolled around the room, playfully bending over her luscious ass into the blonde’s face as she teased the students next to her. Traced her fingers up and down their arms, the transformed teacher having no idea the acts she was being made to perform.

“Miss Littlewood…Kevin…she…”

“Jessica, what’s wrong? You aren’t acting like yourself,” the teacher purred as she began rubbing her hands over the genie’s torso reassuringly.

The woman began feeling one of her breasts against her hand as she bent forward. Her glossy lips lingered over her ear. A sensual and eager whisper made it known her teacher’s intentions weren’t just out of pure concern.

“You know…you can tell me…a good girl like you knows I won’t bite...much. Unless you want me to, that is….”

A tingling sensation shivered its way down the young genie’s spine as she began to feel warmer and warmer. Her heart raced as she felt confused about how her body reacted to Miss Littlewood’s sudden advances. The eyes of her classmates all around her focused on her. Their whispers about her made the Queen of Eastlake unsettled.

“Do you want to be naughty with me, Jessica?”

Then came another shock, and the blonde gripped her chair, her legs locking up and crossing, her neck and head shooting upward as she let out a gasp.

“Is she getting off right now?” Jason’s voice muttered in surprise to another of her friends.

“Mmph!”

Another shock made her writhe in her chair as the whispers continued. Her emerald eyes glared as her face turned another shade of red.

Enough.

“Stop it!”

The genie snapped at everyone around her, but especially to the redhead in the back, “What the hell, Peter! It’s not funny! That really hurts!”

The rest of the class started to laugh at her as they all knew the prankster was ratted out. But, to the surprise of the genie, the one least amused by the prank was the pornography-ready Miss Littlewood, herself.

The teacher, with her nails bending down onto her knees and giving a wink to Jessica, then saw the device strapped underneath the cheerleader’s chair. The woman pulled the item out, her spectacled eyes locked on the blonde and vice versa the entire time.

“Mr. Edgars. Office. Now.”

The red-haired prankster looked around in surprise at his teacher’s sudden change in voice.

“But Miss….”

The heels of Miss Littlewood’s shoes suddenly clicked and moved swiftly, even in her **** and accentuated walk that swayed her ass that hypnotized the eyes of her students.

“I will not repeat myself, Peter. Ferguson’s Office. Out.”

Peter dropped his head dejected and gave up the transmitter to his teacher. Jessica felt herself relax a bit until Miss Littlewood came back for her.

“Jessica, sit at my desk, please. It should be less of a shock, for you? Come here.”

“B-But…B-B-But…”

The genie didn’t have time to think of a cohesive response as Miss Littlewood wrapped an arm around her and led the cheerleader seductively into her chair. Jessica sat behind the desk and in front of everyone where their eyes could lock onto her.

“That’s better, hm?” the teacher bubbled before planting a kiss on the side of the genie’s head.

Now the blonde found herself more cornered in than she had been previously. Her teacher continued to flirt with her, even as she navigated the room and taught their class, but now she faced everyone else at the same time!

Jessica clung to her plaid schoolgirl skirt as her teacher roamed the room, eyes locked on her almost at all times, even as she lifted and knocked away the chins of her male and female classmates with her finger. All of them seemed to enjoy and relax in their teacher’s seductive show. All the while, Miss Littlewood softly clacked her heels, posed her body provocatively toward the blonde genie as she leaned over to give more inviting views. Jessica clenched her eyes shut as she shivered from her wet clothes and the pleasurable impulses directed and triggered at her.

Suddenly Jessica felt a paper object tossed at her, and the genie’s emerald eyes darted toward its source. The popular girl clique members surrounded Tiffany at their desks as they giggled, the raven-haired cheerleader glaring and posing a false smile as she waved her fingers playfully at Jessica.

Slowly, the head cheerleader reached out her hand and pulled the note to her, opening it and reading what was on the college-ruled paper in her lap.

‘So what were you doing in the bathroom with your “boyfriend”, Jess? Isn’t taking advantage of a “special” boy like him a crime? Do you two go there often? Maybe I should tell Miss Littlewood what I saw.’

The genie paled as her eyes widened in shock at her so-called best friend’s note. Her eyes darted back to her teacher as Tiffany raised her hand to ask a question. Her heart raced as the Queen of Eastlake realized what effect that revelation could have on her when revealed to everyone.

If Jessica gets taken out of their class, the raven-haired girl would’ve handed herself to Kevin and unknowingly handed over Sam with her! But Miss Littlewood’s flirtations were a constant barrage. The blonde cheerleader had no idea how the sexualized teacher would react to being told such a thing!

‘Tiffany, don’t!’

“Excuse, me Miss….”

“M-Miss Littlewood!” the genie’s hand shot up almost with her entire body, her face red as she reacted rashly without thinking. The young woman was now desperately trying to separate the teacher from her antagonized friend.

Crap! Now everyone was looking at her again, the genie realized!

Her eyes darted, and she tried to think of something as Miss Littlewood almost skipped in delight overhearing her name called from the blonde’s lips. Her eyes were drawn to her in her schoolgirl attire. The genie watched the way her teacher’s breasts bounced beneath that outfit that barely dared to cover her.

“Yes, Jessica! What is it?”

Her teacher was practically hanging on every word she could potentially ask, her entire body leaning forward as her heeled feet remained firmly in place. Finally, the amount of affection and lust radiating toward the cheerleader **** Jessica to shrink back into her seat and point weakly at her desk.

“I…I forgot my bag….”

Laughter and chuckles broke out among her peers, and with her position in her teacher’s chair, the poor genie felt them come directly at her. Jessica’s emerald eyes looked down dejectedly and away from everyone in embarrassment as her mouth clenched up.

“Oh, of course!” her teacher beamed in delight and pulled the young woman’s backpack up off the floor by her abandoned desk and gave it back to her soggy student.

“Thank you…” she meekly mumbled out as her pout grew.

The downcast look on her face as she placed her bag down made the genie ignore her teacher’s presence as she drew closer.

“Anything for you, Jessica….”

The eager and husked whisper in her ear caused her emerald eyes to look up and find Kimberly Littlewood’s face just mere inches from her own in front of the class. Her eyes were clearly wanting through those thin black glasses. The strawberry blonde then gave her student a sensual and hidden touch of the hand as she rubbed the inside of Jessica’s right thigh.

“U-Um…I…I-I…”

“Jess!”

The sound of her Master’s voice in her head caused the genie to pull away and push her body to go rigid. Jessica locked her arms and legs together as she waited for Miss Littlewood to move. The delicate hands of her English teacher glided and traced over her shoulders. Her fingers danced up her neck, across her face, and stroked her ever-burning cheeks.

The genie remained frozen as she realized the implications,

“Master….Miss Littlewood…Miss Littlewood wants to fuck me….”

“What?”

Jessica shivered as she felt her teacher’s fingers with one final sensual trace of her jawline before the sex object that the strawberry blonde had become moved on teaching her class again.

“Peter pranked me with a shock buzzer in my chair, Miss Littlewood kicked him out, but she’s flirting and touching me in front of everyone! And she sat me at her desk! I’m too nervous to talk! I don’t know what to do! Tiffany almost tried to tell on us in the bathroom to send me to the office! I can’t leave, or I lose! But Miss Littlewood wants to go further in front of me! Master, I don’t know what to do!”

The genie clenched her teeth and shut her eyes as she gripped her chair. The embarrassment and anxiety of her situation made it difficult to breathe. The blonde cheerleader’s nerves served as a further draw to the transformed Littlewood. The sound of soft clicks from her heels proceeded the feeling of the woman’s hands on her shoulders. Jessica’s emerald eyes snapped open as she felt her teacher’s body leaning over her as her breasts rubbed against the back of the blonde’s head.

“You’re so tense, Jessica. Just relax….”

The touches of her teacher made that request impossible, especially since the genie had never felt another woman pressing herself against her the way Miss Littlewood was doing now. The cheerleader even heard the woman let out a soft moan as the woman in her twenties grew hornier as she pressed her fingers into the blonde’s tensed shoulder muscles.

Her teacher continued, even resuming the lesson for the students in front of her. Jessica found herself actively trying to suppress the loud squeal for help that built inside of her. She didn’t have the words or ability to speak, her hands clenched down on her plaid skirt, and her hair continued to remain damp. When her emerald eyes looked up, she saw the entertained smiles and looks given to her and her teacher together.

They wanted it to go further.

Her classmates all were eying their future-Prom Queen now like she was nothing more than an object of ridicule. For Jessica, it was all too clear that her embarrassment served as nothing more than their entertainment in getting through the doldrums of high school.

“Maybe we should give Miss Littlewood a leash....”

Her eyes darted. Jessica wanted to find the source of that comment as she became further flustered. Unfortunately, she couldn’t tell who it was. Her peers only let out snickers and chuckles from the back of the room toward her at the desk.

In a search for aid, the cheerleader’s face reached out over to the sizeable Samoan lineman who had been part of her friend group the past senior year.

Instead, Jason shrunk his head down in an attempt not to associate with her. A look of shame on his face as he seemed to keep a low profile—the football player, the big protective bear, who was always a source of smiles and energy.

He wanted nothing to do with this situation.

Little had the genie known that the morning announcements had seen to the terror of the football team and others across the school.

The raven-haired cheerleader had experienced no such discrimination. Her status and pleasantness toward all made her popular. She rarely showed her true face or malice as she had. Again, Jessica realized she had been her friend’s patsy in that regard. The Queen of the School took all the focus and heat, while the angered and vengeful Prom Committee Chair that had helped push her there could direct others at her.

Tiffany even held out her phone with a pleased smirk on her face, amused by the **** her best friend was going through. First, her emerald eyes glared, then they pleaded, but, once again, to Jessica’s sorrow, the fellow cheerleader was more focused on satisfying what spite she felt than remembering their years of friendship.

The warm and pleasant guide to her rise to popularity was now gone, and she was dead set on making her Captain pay for her loyalty to Simon even when she had no idea how much the boy meant to the blonde.

Jessica called out again,

“Master…help…please….”

Shit, shit, shit, SHIT!

The auburn-haired dork rubbed his face in increasing frustration and turned to the brunette cheerleader that he had resumed and engaged in a back-and-forth with during their shared study hall. Their continuing conversation had been productive and bore more fruit. Cassie’s organizational skills and equal obsessiveness made the young researcher grateful for the help.

However, when Jessica Edwards called for help, Simon Harris stopped everything for her. Only Her.

“Cassie, I just remembered I have to be somewhere! I’ll try to meet up with you at lunch!”

The brunette’s eyes widened as she struggled to get a reply out in time. The sudden change in his mood was evident to her as the young man quickly directed himself in the right direction and bolted away.

“Wait, Simon!”

The cheerleader bounced out of surprise when the thoughtful dork took off again and raced toward her Captain’s class. He pulled out his phone and quickly scrolled through the numerous profiles in the app until reaching Miss Littlewood’s.

The photographer was not diverted in the slightest as he read through the numerous changes done to the English Literature teacher as before with the others.

Fuck. No wonder why Jessica had been so panicked! The teacher had been her favorite, and Kevin knew it. He had always known it from previous encounters and seeing the cheerleader talk constantly to her around school or after classes. Simon had always seen his blonde bombshell with the woman in her cardigan and sundresses, laughing and discussing life topics.

As predicted, Kevin wanted to go for the dagger for the genie’s soul. No one had a better opportunity among Jessica’s teachers than the already twenty-something English Lit teacher.

But there was worse than that when a notification bar went off at the top of his phone. Simon scrolled down as he stopped to read again. His eyes widened, and his brain snapped to life.

Oh shit. Fuck. Shit!

Kevin only wanted Miss Littlewood to have one goal, lust for his genie, yearn for her, touch her, flirt with her, desire her, fuel the desire to fuck the blonde cheerleader with obsessive need. Something that Jessica wouldn’t be prepared to handle in two ways:

The first option, Kevin’s plan of attack, was having Miss Littlewood overwhelm Simon’s genie with such embarrassment that she would immediately bolt from the room. If that didn’t occur, then Miss Littlewood’s need and attempts to engage in sexual activity with her in front of students primed to bully the cheerleader would cause her to snap. The blonde bombshell, unable to handle the lustful trap of her teacher and the ire of her peers, would then break down into tears and beg her Master finally to go home. Kevin was banking on the Queen of Eastlake’s inability to handle such a situation or be placed in to make her crumble in a loss. The Head Cheerleader that had tormented the nerd was who Kevin wanted to break. Not the genie that Simon loved, that the lonely dork had known and finally reunited with.

Then there was the second, and far more damaging for Jessica’s psyche, twofold option. First, as Simon realized and put the pieces together, he remembered that young, sexy, scantily-clad, costumed, and desirable women were something that the blonde cheerleader had grown up around. But that wasn’t the numerous high school or Halloween parties that had been responsible for that.

It was her parents.

Simon remembered how the blonde had reacted upon seeing the group of women around her Father and Stepmother; when they conjured the wedding memory illusion of the past. He could remember the way His Jessica suddenly looked terrified and backed herself into a corner of his shower at the sight of a bunch of twenty-something women talking about her as a toddler.

The way her Stepmother referenced a party in which a younger Jessica had been terrified. The sight of such women scared her to the point she ran and hid in her room. The way Stephanie had explained the effects afterward of a blonde toddler crying and clawing in fear of monsters.

“These, These women... I don’t like them.”

Simon had it nagging at the back of his head for some time, but Kevin’s decision to make the entire staff of Eastlake women under 35 significantly affected the young woman he loved most in the world.

Jessica wouldn’t remember any of that time consciously because of her age. However, that feeling had stayed with her deep in the genie’s subconscious. That one memory wasn’t enough to cause that reaction from the cheerleader. It had to have happened multiple times. It wasn’t the only party, and it wasn’t the only gathering of women her Father had with his daughter in the house. Simon knew his Jess well enough that he could put two-and-two together.

The blonde’s previous embarrassment in situations, the anxiety, family members, and upbringing had contributed to all of it.

And with Miss Littlewood openly flirting with her, attempting to seduce her…that could inflict the reemergence of that same trauma. Kevin had no idea, but Simon knew. He had been there to see all of it right next to her.

_How could I have been so fucking stupid!_ The auburn-haired boy admonished harshly to himself.

He clenched his teeth in his mouth and his phone in his fingers.

“I’ll be there soon, Jess….”

Another sound effect notified him again about an update in the app on his phone. This one was more important than the last.

Simon stopped himself mid-run again and remembered the projection of the butterfly effect over the changes in the teaching staff he had started two periods ago. The scruffy-haired teenager opened it and scrolled over the data as he stopped outside the hall to Jessica’s class. His eyes widened as they darted over the data.

His face went pale.

Who would have the most to gain indirectly from Kevin’s actions? When adjusted into reality, who would have the Power to make an entire teaching staff of all-sexed up females possible at Eastlake High? Who would have more Power? More wealth? Have more influence other than Kevin gave himself?

There were a few names, socialites, local politicians, the regional elites, but one person he had on the protected list from Kevin’s Power stood out the most and above all others.

The same person that raised more questions into his genie’s life as her Mother could answer.

Theodore Joseph Edwards II.

Jessica’s Father.