KRISTEN AND THE BOOK OF WICKEDNESS: BEAUTY IS IN THE EYES OF THE BEHOLDER PART 3

“Catherine, have you entered my room yesterday?” Kristen asked. As far as she remembered, without anyone actively triggering Cathleen, Catherine would only take over control of her mother’s body at night. Hence, Catherine was Kristen's prime suspect in who entered her room.

“Nope, why should I? You should know that I don’t give a fuck about you, why should I go to your bedroom? Maybe you should talk with Cathleen instead of me, you know her best, she is an insecure bitch who guards against her own daughter and sees her as competition, she is probably checking on you to make sure you will not compete for the cock she loves more than her daughter,” Catherine sneered. Of course, it's all a lie on Catherine’s part. But Kristen was almost convinced by what Catherine said because in her memories, Cathleen would do like what Catherine's said.

"So, do you have any questions for me? If not, I will enjoy my time in control of this body, you don't mind, right? Or do you want to send me back and let Cathleen in control?"

"Don't make trouble," Kristen warned.

"Worry not, 'Sweetie', I know the limit of what I should not do," Catherine assured.

Kristen let Catherine walk away without her turning the control of the body back to Cathleen. But after Catherine was no longer in the room with her, Kristen somewhat felt that it was a mistake to let Catherine go. That there was something amiss with Catherine. That there was something different and wrong with her mother and Catherine's situation.

No, if there's something changed, I should have noticed it by now. I am the holder of Registri Eviellum. Maybe I am just thinking too much.

Kristen shrugged off the bad feelings and went on her way.__

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She arrived in front of the gate of her school. She saw Davide the school guard standing menacingly on the other side of the gate like a statue. A rock-hard one. There was a big bulge on his tight briefs. Yes, briefs. Davide only wore the top part of his uniform, but forgo his trousers.

Yet, nobody, except for Kristen of course, seemed to be weirded out by him.

Kristen patiently observed other students and teachers entering the school from the sideline without taking any step further to pass the gate.

The scenery dreaded her out. The students who came were either dressed like a total slut, gaudy vain bitch wearing fancy impractical gowns with a lot of jewelry adorning their bodies, devil-worshipping goth punk, or in sexy cosplay costumes. All those dresses were violating their school dress code and it was unimaginable for Kristen that her peers would wear something like this to their catholic school two days ago. The teachers dressed a bit better than the students, but Kristen found out quickly that there was something strange going on with these faculty members. Their school didn't have any uniforms for their faculty members, as long as they dressed professionally, it was enough. All the female teachers she had seen so far seemed to wear short trench coats that stopped barely below their crotch and stockings of various kinds, but fishnet was the most common one that these teachers wore. Kristen even saw Mrs. Emma Ballard, her economics teacher, walking with thick gooey white liquid oozing out from her crotch and dripping down her leg. Yet, the teacher didn’t look embarrassed or feel something was wrong and sashayed sexily into the deeper part of the school.

This is a hell. Everything seems so wrong yet so normal.

The magical book had changed reality, and unlike Kristen who was the current holder of Registri Eviellum, and thus had the privilege of remembering how things previously were, anybody else had already assimilated and settled into their role in the new reality without remembering things had been different from before.

Her body shivered when Kristen saw the school signboard. I’m afraid that this school is no longer Maria Therese Catholic School for Good Girls as I knew before, but Maria Therese School for Sluts and Whores.

She rummaged through her memories. The school, Maria Therese School for Slut and Whores was a weird existence in this town. Parents would enroll their beloved daughter here despite the school’s reputation and purpose for whatever reason. Did they really want their daughter to be slut or whores?

Despite their reputation, there was something didn't seem to change but it made the whole thing more outrageous; the school was still an elite school with a number of accolades attached to its name like in the previous realities. The town council still gave the school commendation instead of disapproving of the school's modus operandi and goal of teaching girls to be a slut. No significant protest had been garnered by the school, there was only a weak opposition from the conservative church-goers but that’s it, it was as if the rest of the townspeople had accepted that the existence of a school that taught their daughters to be a slut and whore was fine.__

It all depends on me to set everything straight as before.

Kristen gathered her conviction and walked past the school gate.__

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Emma or Emerald as she called herself now was teaching her class about Whore Economics 101. She looked at the girls in her class and felt satisfied that most of the class now looked a better fit for Whore Economics 101 compared to yesterday. The girls no longer wore boring clothes that cover a lot of their skin but were in various slutty and bold costumes that she approved of.

"Class, I love what you wear today, it's much better than yesterday. You girl should be happy that you had taken the right step to be a whore your parent can be proud of, but don't be complacent, cause looking slutty doesn't mean you are already a good whore. Today, we will learn about the principle of supply in demand in our line of work. First, I want to ask you, what makes a whore different from a common slut?"

One girl quickly raised her hand.

"You are Nancy Harper, right?"

"Yes, Ma'am," the girl confirmed that she was Nancy Harper. Nancy, in the previous reality, was your typical teacher's pet, the one who would remind the teacher that they got homework and were always active in class. She was a prude before, she was often wearing a sweater that hid her body figure. But now, her current appearance had made it hard to associate the current Nancy with the previous Nancy. Gone were her thick-rimmed glasses, and now unnatural pink-colored contact lenses adorned her eyes. Her trademark mousy brown braid hair was replaced by flowing platinum blonde teased hair. A 'fuck-me' red lipstick coated her lips.

Her choice of clothing was also far different than the previous Nancy, no more oversized sweater to hide her puppies, but flaunting it with a mesh dress that left little to imagination of her naked body underneath.

In this reality, the studious and ambitious Nancy was still one, but as the nature of the school changed, her goal changed, and now Nancy wanted to be the top whore of her class.

"Don't call me Ma'am, it makes me uncomfortable, I like it better for you girls to call me Emerald if you are in my class, or just whore is enough outside the class. You girls must remember that even if I am your teacher inside the class, we are still competitors competing for dicks and money outside. It also applies to your relationship with your classmate here, everyone here is a competitor for each other because they might steal your client later, so even if they are your friend, you need to be on guard against them if you want to be the best whore in town, but they also not your complete enemies, some John will hire some of you together, having to do it with some girls you have chemistry and good feeling was better than doing it with someone you hate. Alright, I derailed enough, you may answer now, Nancy."

“Whore do sex for money, and slut do it for free,” Nancy answered.

“Neat answer. Whore was selling sex for a living, while slut was having sex to sate their craving for cocks. We are a saleswoman of our body, and the product we sell is our body. The excess supply of products will have an impact on the selling price. With a lot of slut out there in this town, the baseline of our price is quite low. You can be content with being a dirt cheap whore, it’s fine, someone needs to fill that spot after all, but this class will teach you how in an environment with an excess amount of slut, a whore can still set their price decently.”

The blonde teacher-cum-whore continued, “I will teach you things that might be a great help in your career in this sex industry.”

“Today, we will talk about identity. Identity is very important for a whore, identity makes you remember that you are a whore, not a slut, or those vain gold-digging trophy wives. You will learn about being slut and golddigger respectively in Freeuse 101 and Trophy Wives 101. Now, back to the matter of whore identity, what makes a whore a whore? As we talk before, whore sell sex for money, that is a whore core identity, but we are different than those golddiggers even though our goal is basically the same as theirs, namely money, but we did our thing very differently, gold-diggers just stick to one man until they suck their wealth dry, they usually restricted by some kind of romantic relationship to the other party, they could seek other men behind their current partner’s back but that risk of ruining their current lifestyle and start from zero if they lost their legal battle, meanwhile a whore don’t have this kind of limitation, our relationship with men is purely business, god forbid you got emotionally attached with your John. John pays you, you give them service according to what they pay, they cum, and you are done with them. Some John may have a savior complex and wanted to save us from In our fourth meeting, you will learn about roleplay and the art of manipulating your John.”

"Back to today's topic, after we learn about the core identity of what makes a whore a whore which is more philosophical, let’s talk about more practical use of identity…"

Emma paused and then opened her trench coat. Under her coat, the blonde teacher wore strappy open-cup bras that didn’t cover her nipple and just functioned to help lift her tits. For her bottom part, she wore another ‘useless’ article of clothing that was only used for looking sexy, it was G-string thong panties but her panties basically two thin stripes of cloth tied together without the part to cover her crotch that even thong panties had. She had a tramp stamp with ‘Property of Maria Therese” written on it. There was nothing different between her being fully nude and wearing this kind of lingerie which didn’t do anything to cover Emma’s private part.

“I will use myself for example, when my trench coat closed and covered my body, one who not knowing my side gig as whore will call me Ms. Ballard or Emma, but after I opened my trench coat and show what is underneath it, people will not mistake me as Emma Ballard but Emerald, the whore. This is an example of identity, my whore identity as Emerald is hidden under my identity as Emma, but once you go down this path, it’s simply wishful thinking to completely separated our identity as a whore and one who leads a normal life, like being somebody else’s wife, because nobody knows when some jerks will screw you telling somebody you wish never know that you are a whore. But knowing that why do I still do this? Why do I separate my identity as Emma and Emerald instead of being Emerald full-time? And why should you girl do this too? The answer is a sense of control and practicality, despite the risk I said, having a facade of normal identity lets you decide when and where you shall act whorish, you need to remember that you whores aren’t freeuse sluts. You dress bold and sexy to attract John, but don’t need to be in those 24/7. Hook, line, and sinker are how you can maintain your price, once those Johns know about you, you don’t want to give them too much free show. This way, you can build your brand as a high-class whore using your two identities, you can use your normal life identity to build a facade of exclusivity, people will pay high to fuck a woman who normally is respectable and untouchable if she gave them a way to have sex with her."

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It was quite surreal to see the serious no-nonsense Mrs. Emma have a ted talk about being a whore, but apparently, now this school curriculum is all related to the sex industry. Kristen thought. She should be horrified and detest the change that happened to the teacher and her fellow student, but somehow after she watched how Mrs. Emma Ballard, the teacher who often gave her hard times, fell from grace and now became a whore, a feeling of schadenfreude arose within the depth of her mind.

That's right, she deserved to be turned into a whore, anyone who gave me hard times shall be knocked down to be the bottom of society.

Kristen fetched Registri Eviellum from her bag. She chose the seat on the far back to be able to do things with the magical book without inviting suspicion when everyone else's attention was still focused on the lesson about how to be a good whore from Emerald.

Who shall I save? I need to choose one who deserves it. According to my dream, if I want to make someone good, the bad residue will linger and make some negative traits in random people unchangeable. I also can change them to worse so those residues will be lifted so those blood-red fonts will return to normal.

Kristen looked at her class. With most of her classmates had a new look from a small one to a significant change as Nancy did. It took an effort for Kristen who sat at the far back to recognize who was who.__

Ugh…should I turn Mrs. Ballard back to her hard-asses self? Or should I save Nancy? Nancy was a good girl, she was sometimes exhausting to deal with though by obviously wanting the teachers to praise her. Oh, I remember that Nancy’s favorite teacher was Emma, what a coincidence. How will she feel when I turn her back to being a good girl while her favorite teacher is still a whore?

Kristen flipped the pages of the magical book and stopped on one name.

Name: Emma Ballard
Nickname: Emerald
Age: 33
Height: 5’ 8”
Weight: 120 lbs
Ethnicity: Caucasian
Eye Color: Blue
Hair Color: Golden blonde
Hair Style: Sleek Ponytail
Occupation: A teacher at Maria Therese School for Slut and Whore. A whore owned by the school’s foundation appointed pimp.
Likes: Money, being insulted and called a whore, her pimp.
Dislikes: Acting like she was still in love with her husband
Body figure type: Curvaceous
Breast Size: 1000 ccs silicon-filled fake tit
Sexual Orientation: Bisexual
Relationship: Married.
Personality: Slutty, Exhibitionist, Confident
Grouping: Faculty member, Maria Therese’s school prostitution ring

Remark:

1. Emma Ballard or Emerald when she is on the street, is a teacher by the day, and a whore by night. Emma signed a **** contract with the school’s foundation and was now owned by her pimp.
2. She signed the contract because she had a fantasy where she gave up all her rights and was sold as whore and got all the income from selling her body taken by her pimp. Being pimped as whore is a fantasy made true for her.
3. Her relatives are oblivious to the fact that Emma was a whore secretly. Her husband and her family were often suspicious of how often she went out at night and came home pretty late or near dawn, but they always accepted her lies, and easily coaxed. Emma would offer her husband a blowjob to pacify him, likewise, she would offer her sister and even her mother to eat their pussy to pacify them. They would accept her offer gladly without any second thought and didn’t think it weird.
4. Emma was in a loveless marriage with her husband, but she didn’t have any slight intent to divorce him. Because almost all of her income from being a teacher and whore was taken by her pimp, and following the instruction from the pimp, she stayed with him so he could keep providing for her.
5. Emma felt turned on if someone called her a demeaning insult, or remind her that she is a cheating whore behind her husband’s back.

Kristen scribbled and made a change to Emma’s profile. A few minutes later she put down her pain and waited for her change on Emma to take place with expectation.

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“So, class, I want you to pick your whore name and tell me about it, I will give you till the end of this class to submit the name list to me, and talk with other girls so you don’t have a similar name with each other,” Emerald instructed,

She was going to take a rest while these fledging whore discussed with each other, but her body suddenly froze on the spot, in her eyes, the room began to spin wildly. She didn’t know how long it had been before the spin stopped as if it never happened in the first place.

What the fuck happened? Emma thought. She then had more shock when she saw her hands were clad in black latex gloves.

Did I wear these gloves today? She then looked at the black latex thigh-high boot that covered her legs and doubt began to appear on her face. Something is wrong, isn’t today's dress code for teachers requiring us to wear stockings?

“Excuse me, class, I need to go to the toilet for a moment, I’ll be right back.”

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Emma was looking through her reflection in the mirror inside the teacher’s restroom. Her latex-clad hand was rubbing her equally latex-covered face. Her head was covered by a full-face latex hood. There was an opening for her ponytail on the top part of her hood, but the hair that came out was not the golden blonde hair she once had, but a Toxic UV green hair. Aside from the black latex gloves, and thigh-high boots, her new appearance was filled with varied shades of green. She was wearing an emerald green colored latex gimp suit. Her hood was in the same color. Her lips were coated in bright green lipstick. And her eyes were also green thanks to the lime green contact lenses.

Her hand wandered down to her neck and touched the collar she wore, one of few things that weren’t a shade of green, it was a pink dog collar with golden emblazoned words that read ‘EMERALD’.

“Emerald…” Emma mumbled. She was Emerald, of course, she would adorn herself with clothing and accessories in various shades of green. She loved green so much and can be said obsessed with the color green. Green was the money color.

“Found you! I need you to be back in my class ASAP, bitch, I paid your pimp a handful of cash not for you to suddenly run away in the middle of the show, I hire you as helping hang for fuck sake, you green freak,” complained the intruder grumpily.

What show? What class? Who are you anyway?

There were several questions going on Emerald's head. She looked at the intruder more carefully, and a familiar name popped up in her mind despite that the woman's appearance was significantly different from what she remembered

“Nancy?” Emerald asked.

The intruder was none other than Nancy Harper, but she was much older now. Instead of the 19-year-old girl, the one who stood in front of Emerald looked like she was in the same age group as her. Nancy was wearing the exact same set of clothing Emma wore before; trench coat, strappy open cup bra, g-string thong panties, fishnet stocking, and 4-inch stiletto heels. But if Emerald was green, Nancy's color theme was pink. From her hair color to the bottom of her heels, all was colored pink.

"My name is Nancee, with a double e, but It's mistress Nancee for you because I have paid your pimp."

Another surge of memories resurfaced in Emerald's mind.

This morning she had a call from her pimp that she would obey Nancee during the whole school hours. Nancee was hiring her services to be a 'helper' in the class she taught, Whore Economics 101.

Wait…Whore Economics 101? Isn't it the class I taught? Why has it become the class Nancee taught?

"Mistress Nancee, are you a teacher here?"

"What kind of silly question is that? Of course I am, look at what I am wearing, it's the teacher dress code, oh…or do you think you are the teacher here? Look at what you are wearing, Emmy, and tell me, are you wearing our school teacher’s dress code?"

Nancee was wearing a trench coat and fishnet stocking like what the school required its teacher to wear, meanwhile Emerald looked at her reflection again, she didn't wear a trench coat, nor stocking, she was clad in latex from top to bottom. She didn’t dress in accordance with the teacher’s dress code, hence, she wasn’t a teacher.

“No, mistress, I am not a teacher here. I am…”

Nancee interrupted before Emerald could finish her sentence, “You are a full-time whore owned by the school, granted, we are both a whore, but there is a difference in hierarchy between you and me, you are only good for fucking and had no dignity, the bottom of the barrel whore, meanwhile, aside from being whore, I am also a teacher, these young wannabee whore can’t help to look up to me and give respect.” Nancee gloated.

Nancee’s words hit Emerald right in her psyche and finished Emma's transition to her new reality. She was no more a teacher, never was, she was just a whore. Maybe not even a whore, but a **** whored by the school.

Yet Emerald didn’t feel offended by Nancee's remark. Nancee didn’t know that Emerald loved it when people insult her and called her a whore. The green-haired lady could feel her snatch begin to get wet, thankfully, as long as she didn’t open the zipper on the crotch, her juice would not leak out.

Click.

Nancee clipped a leash to Emerald’s collar. “Should have done this since the start when I asked you to wear the collar, so I don’t waste time searching you all over the place. Alright, let’s get back to the class, bitch.”

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Kristen was trying to hold her laugh when Nancy led Emerald by the leash. Emerald crawled on all four like a dog.

“Alright, class, I get the bitch back, we can resume our lesson, the green freak here will be our study subject of various kinds of whore, you can pay me some money to enjoy her service during this class, worry not, she is a cheap whore even a homeless can afford, ” said Nancee.

Kristen rummaged through her memories a bit and knew that the nature of their lesson had changed because of the changes she made to Nancy and Emma.

Name: Nancy Harper
Nickname: Nancee
Age: 30
Height: 5’ 6”
Weight: 110 lbs
Ethnicity: Caucasian
Eye Color: Blue (Pink with contact lens)
Hair Color: Bright Pink
Hair Style: Flowing down her back
Occupation: A teacher at Maria Therese School for Slut and Whore. Have a side job as a whore for extra money.
Likes: Being praised, anal sex, having some large object in her ass hole to cause her pain.
Dislikes: Other whores, girls who stand up among their peers.
Body figure type: Curvaceous
Breast Size: 3000 ccs silicon-filled fake tit
Sexual Orientation: Straight
Relationship: Single
Personality: Narcissistic, and competitive
Grouping: Faculty member, Maria Therese’s school prostitution ring
Remark:

1. Nancy Harper or Nancee as she prefers to be called, is a teacher at Maria Therese School for Slut and Whore. She was obsessed with being looked upon, especially by younger girls. It gave her a sense of superiority and approval that she craved.
2. A narcissistic and competitive whore who secretly sabotaged some of the ‘excellent’ students in her class to diminish the competition, She hate students who tried to be a teacher’s pet because she saw herself in them.
3. Nancee loves to have some large object inserted into her ass. She is a size queen and has a gaping asshole. She will feel empty and lost when she doesn’t have anything in her ass. She will feel extra fulfilled if the object causes her to feel pain in the ass.

Kristen didn’t feel any guilt when she changed Nancy. She felt accomplished and thought she did Nancy a favor. She granted Nancy her dream, she changed her from Nancy the teacher’s pet to Nancee the teacher. Kristen was actually a little hesitant to change her to be a whore, but she made Nancee a replacement for Emerald, so being a whore was granted. For the remark she gave Nancee, well, let’s just say it embodied how Nancy was a pain in the ass for some people, Kristen just gave her the comeuppance of her action as Nancy. But the most important thing, Kristen felt that she had a big brain when she wrote how Nancee would sabotage some of her students, this way if those sabotaged girls failed their class, hopefully, they would not be a whore, maybe they would be inspired to get a real job that was more respectable.

Meanwhile, on Emerald’s profile page.

Name: Emma Ballard
Nickname: Emerald
Eye Color: Blue (Lime green with contact lenses)
Hair Color: Toxic UV Green
Hair Style: Sleek Ponytail
Occupation: A whore owned by the school’s appointed pimp.
Likes: The color green, money, being insulted and called a whore, her pimp.
Breast Size: 3000 ccs silicon-filled fake tit
Personality: Slutty, Submissive
Grouping: Maria Herese’s school prostitution ring
Remark:

1. Emma signed a **** contract with the school’s foundation and was now owned by her pimp.
2. She signed the contract because she had a fantasy where she gave up all her rights and was sold as whore and got all the income from selling her body taken by her pimp. She loved when her pimp told her what to do and who to fuck. The feeling of being hapless and fully controlled by others is a fantasy made true for a submissive person like her.
3. Her relatives are oblivious to the fact that Emma was a whore secretly. Her husband and her family were often suspicious of how often she went out at night and came home pretty late or near dawn, but they always accepted her lies, and easily coaxed. Emma would offer her husband a blowjob to pacify him, likewise, she would offer her sister and even her mother to eat their pussy to pacify them. They would accept her offer gladly without any second thought and didn’t think it weird.

Regarding Emerald, Kristen wanted to put the hardass teacher in her deserved place, being a full-time whore instead of playing a teacher. At least she still made Emerald loved being a whore, so Kristen wasn’t feeling that she was fully evil. Well, her sacrifice is not for nothing, it is for the greater good.

The book flipped to another page. Kristen smiled as she saw a few of the previous words written in blood-red ink in Angelica’s profile turning back to black. But it’s still not enough to make a significant change to save her friend and, even more, to save the school.

I still need to change a lot people, those who deserve bad things to happen to them to save those who deserve to be saved. For greater good…

To Be Continued in the Next Chapter

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