Very pushy

We sat together for a few minutes, exchanging some small talk as the bus rode us towards our destination. Apparently, she was a part of Biology block, and was trying to do some homework regarding fungi reproduction. Taking that into account, I pulled out the Rulebook and wrote quickly.

The Owner of this Rulebook has very good knowledge about all types of biology, be it animal, human, or plant. The Owner doesn't know everything, but enough to have a PhD in biology.

"Hey, what'cha writing there?" Amy tilted her head, unable to see why I abruptly seemingly got interested by the notebook I held more than conversation with her.

Shieet. I forgot the Rulebook was still a physical object and people saw it. Wait, saw it? I stole a glance at Amy with a slight grin, to which she blushed and looked away. Hell, those physical changes I made did seem to have great effect on those around.

"Ah, nothing. Just describing your overwhelming beauty so I won't forget you easily, Amy." I said, and boy did I wonder how I didn't stutter.

...The hell did I just say? No, don't think about that. Let's add one more rule to the Notebook before things get weirder.

Owner of the Rulebook is able to write down rules mentally, however, those rules will automatically vanish if they are not written down by owner's hand within next 2 hours, and their effects will vane within another 2 hours. Nobody except the owner will notice the changes ever happening.

And there it was. A great rule that would allow me to do changes while still talking with people. I looked at Amy. She fixed her curly, black hair, and looked at me with her hazelnut eyes. At first I thought that she would be repelled from me, but there was something about her posture as we walked that told me otherwise. Wait, was that a bite mark on her lower lip?!

"...then why won't you write down my number too?" She asked, her skin blushing as she finished her sentence. Huh. She didn't seem so bashful just a few minutes ago.

Then again, how was I still not conscious and not fainting? Just half an hour ago, I was a 5'4" nerd who never got laid, and now an absolute beauty of a girl was flushed over giving me her phone number? Was this a subconscious effect of owning the Rulebook or something? Just to be on the safe side, I added a new rule (mentally this time).

The Owner of the Rulebook has a lot of confidence in the way he acts.

Yeah, that ought to do. I smiled and said:

"Sure. Anything for a beauty like you." Fuck, that's too much confidence. Might want to tone that down.

"..." Her hand seemed to shake as she took out her phone. Her face seemed to take on a pinkish shade as she stared dictating her number to me, which I promptly scribbled down on.

We returned to a talk we had before the small intermission, and soon, the bus stopped at our college. Yeah, I hated that building. Being a part of Physics block meant there were not many girls around, and my nerdy appearance scared off any of those that still around. Me and Amy started walking forward towards the building, people all around hurrying somewhere while we took our sweet time. I didn't want to let her go so easily. This Rulebook was my chance. I could do so, SO much with it. And I wanted to begin with her. She was a perfect beginning for me.

As we were approaching the front door, I started thinking. How I wanted to go about it? Did I want to make another change to the Rulebook?

My body seemed to think on its own, as suddenly my arm stretched over Amy's shoulder and squeezed it lightly. Again, much too much confidence. Will have to tone it down, I thought. But...

She didn't really react negatively. Actually, it seemed like she eased up into my touch, kind of leaning towards me. Like she wanted it. Good Lord, a combination of killer body and some confidence made a girl weak to me? I wanted to test it out.

My hand ventured down her hand, and suddenly brushed past her right tit. Heavens, I could die right now! Her perfectly shapely DD-cup globes had no bra over them, only her uniform, and I felt that! What was strange was that she didn't seem to mind! Did I just score a jackpot?!

Well, pushy be pushy, why not go all the way? My hand 'subconsciously' moved to her blouse a bit, and suddenly I had her entire boob in my hand. I squeezed it, and I felt her nipple. Good Lord, it was diamond-hard! She was turned on by this!

Amy shivered a little at my squeeze. Normally I'd think she was repulsed, but my experience in watching hentai for hours on end told me more than enough. This was my chance.

"Say, my first period got canceled this morning." I said with a smirk.

"What a coincidence, mine got canceled too." She said, still doing nothing about my hand on her tit. If anything, she had presented her chest more proudly, as if she wanted it to be used more. "Want to hang around a bit?"

"Took the words outta my mouth." I smirked.