You should have aimed for the head

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Chapter 9

There is actually only one thing I can do and the more I think about it the clearer it becomes. Yes, there is a part of me that wants to hold my sister accountable for what she did, I think she wants that too, but at the end of the day we are both in the same boat.

Rose Lynchwood / Best Bro "Right behind you bro!"

- As progress increases, the subject will see the user as their best friend and soul mate and will build a deep and intense bond with them. The need for a close and intense friendship between subject and user will continue to grow, as will the need to have their back and be helpful and important.

Now I know why

- The subject is driven by the desire to improve the here and now and the future of the user. They feel guilty, but these can be reduced with the help of the user. As the PS increases, the feeling of belonging to the user increases, as does the willingness to do things for them that the subject previously found unpleasant.

PS -46

"Where did you get that from?" I watch Rose come over to me with an inconspicuous little brown paper bag in her hand.

"You seem relaxed," I diverge so as not to have to explain that I now have the power to change people.

Shit. Should I tell her? Yes, I decide. But not now. Maybe this evening, when everything is calmer. I put the MCD away and gently take Rose's arm. She allows the gesture and I nod towards the exit of the mall.

We've already missed the start of class and still have some time to get to school. I take out my wallet, count the pitiful coins and make shure the bus ticket is there, then decide that it's enough to buy Rose an ice cream.

"For fucking me without a condom?" she asks, shocked by the openness with which she admits it.

"For finally making love," I grin and shrug. "And then we fucked." She sticks out her tongue, sticky from the ice cream, and I try to grab it, missing of course, and make her laugh.

"You're doing something to me," she confesses, and I know what she means.

"Do you like it?" We stroll through the streets, cars honking and a subway in the distance.

"Finn, what we did won't happen again," she says again and licks her ice cream. She seems thoughtful. That's good. Rose is smart and I don't want her head to fill with guilt. "But since you gave me a dressing down... I like it, yes." She looks at me. "And I want it to stay that way." She takes another step until I take her hand, turn her light body around and kiss her. She turns her head away, but I was aiming for her head anyway, her cheek more so, and when she notices that, she allows the gesture.

"Then we'll still be a team sis."

"Okay bro." No points. That's okay.

"And hey," I say as we get to the bus stop. Her bus comes earlier than mine. "Who knows. Maybe it'll even get better." Rose, finished with the ice cream, rolls her eyes.

"It's not going to happen bro," she grins as her bus turns the corner.

"Sure," I grin, watching her get in and wave at me.

It's not even about sex. Just the fact that she's waving to me and doesn't have to just concentrate on herself fills my heart with warmth. I wave to her like a rascal until the bus disappears around the next corner.

That was the good part of my day.

At school, after dodging all the questions about my late arrival, I dodge Lisa and Ryan again. I don't like that. Not only is the lesson boring, the two of them try so hard to make contact with me that it hurts my heart. Lisa in particular doesn't understand why I'm distancing myself and if I carry on like this I don't know how she'll react. Ryan is good to her but he too looks at me confused when I sit away from them again and ignore questioning looks with a friendly grin.

I hope so much that I can find a way to not have to hurt them anymore but I can't bear the risk that the MCD turns Lisa into some kind of freak. So far I have no idea how the device works and I'm relieved that at -50 it at least gives me a choice of which path the subjects should take, although I doubt that it will reverse the changes Mom has gotten.

And I don't want that either.

Not everyone in my life is like Ryan, Lisa or Rose, after I decided she was a nice girl.

I need more experience with this before I move on to dealing with people who are important to me.

I finally decide to follow the class. It's only been a few days. I'm sure something will come up that I can work with.

That was the good part of my day.

"Watch out!"

The rest of my day begins with a volleyball that just misses my head. I can hear the rush of air as the projectile shoots past me, bounces off the wall with a loud bang and slams into the cart of gym mats that I'm pushing around, gasping.

"Has something happened to you?" As I bend down and pick up the ball, the worried-sounding voice doesn't seem very honest.

"It's okay," I finally answer and tuck the ball under my arm. "Should have aimed for the head."

Lynn comes to a stop in front of me and, like all the twelve girls, looks incredibly sexy in her skimpy outfit, typical for volleyball players.

With her knee pads and skimpy panties, she grins cheekily at me, shakes her head and moves her ponytail while her white teeth flash and her mixed Asian face turns to me while don't understanding the joke.

"That could have been a problem," she grins and balances innocently on one shoe while the other uses the tip of her foot to draw black stripes in the ground that I have to clean up after the game. "Sorry." I press the ball tighter in my hand.

"It wasn't your fault," I answer and imagine myself hitting her beautiful, Asian, evil face with the ball in full ****.

There's no way I would do that. It would ruin Linn's beautiful face. It would be wrong because I'm stronger than her. But most of all, she would catch or reflect the ball for sure.

Lynn is good at volleyball. Better than me, who likes the sport but has no money to buy into the club where I work and which these girls go to. I would certainly have a chance against them, not just as a man, but also as a person.

But all I do is grip the ball tighter, bring it to my chest and throw it at Lynn, not too hard, not too softly. And Lynn catches it skillfully... and groans in pain.

"What's that supposed to mean?" I recognize that voice all too well.

Candice, leader of her group of ultimate sexy friends and pain in my ass for the entire time I've been working here. The child of rich parents, she has made it her mission to look after and care for those less well-off. Thosw ith a pussy between their legs. So she holds Lynn in her arms, who pulls herself up, the ball firmly in her hands, and looks at me reproachfully. "You hurt her!" Her eyes are filled with the same pain as Lynn's. "Apologize to her."

And there we have the real reason for Candice's concern. My hands clench into fists.

"Come on," I grumble, trying not to upset the club's paying customers or to attract the attention of the other players who are already looking over at us. "Lynn is too good to be surprised by a throw like that."

"True," says Candice with a nasty glint in her eyes while Lynn smiles. "But you really have to learn to control your strength," she admonishes me with a friendly voice but an arrogant grin. "We're woman. You really should pay more attention as a boy." Woman, boy, yeah, for sure.

"And if you practiced a little more, you could maybe even play on our team."

Playing on a team full of girls, most of them arrogant, isn't exactly what I want. Okay, their asses are really hot, I'll admit that, but most of the time their mouths are just full of venom. It's not even their fault, although the idea of ​​pretty girls simply being just like that makes me even less comfortable. It's Candice and Lynn who are stirring up the crowd and attacking the lonely boy who's just trying to get by.

"What's going on here?"

Great, another one of those.

Sonya comes running over, her toned stomach moving calmly, barely an effort.

"Finn passed the ball way too hard to Lynn."

"That's not..."

"Are you OK, Lynn?" She nods.

"Come on," she's the one speaking now. "You all act like Finn did it on purpose." Well, that's... really nice of her. "It's not like he's capable of that." Never mind.

"And besides," Candice grins evilly while the other two laugh happily, "I don't think Finn would be able to hurt us." Well okay then. Those two are on my list. And Sonya... She just looks at me annoyed.

"Then the matter is settled," she says impatiently. "Finn, keep on working and we still have one half to play." With those arrogant and cold words, she drives the others back to the field while I can decide whether I'm relieved that the girls didn't put my job at risk or angry because I still have to work here.

It takes a while until the girls are finished with the game. They high-five each other, hug each other like sisters, laugh and smile together. Among them are Lynn, Sonya and Cadence and she is talking to the fourth girl of their group.

Rania's parents are from Lebanon, I think. She grew up here, has just joined the club, and is fitting in far too well with the group of friends. So I am cautious when she breaks away from the group and runs towards me with her ponytail wagging and a warm smile, ignoring the calls of her teammates not to approach me.

"Hey," she waves at me. "You're Finn, right?" I just nod, cautiously.

“And you are Rania.” She nods friendly and then looks around.

“Can I ask you something?” Of course she can. “Thank you. So. What happened earlier with Lynn? Did you really hurt her with the ball?” She looks at me innocently and I think of Rose. The look is similar enough. And she hasn’t been friends with the girls for long.

“I don’t think Lynn is that bad,” I say cautiously.

“You play too?” I nod. “Lynn said you were good.”

“Did she?” She nods. Her nod is nicer, with a smile. She has a beautiful smile. “She said you just needed to train a bit more.”

“I would love to, but I have to work for my money.” That sounds more pathetic than it should, but Rania just nods understandingly.

“My parents didn’t have it easy in our old homeland either.” She thinks for a moment, then points to the cart. “Should I help you with that?”

Okay, that surprises me.

“If you like. Of course,” I correct myself and Rnaia stands next to me and tries to push the cart.

“So that’s where your strength comes from,” she laughs when she needs my help pushing it, petite slim sexy girl and all that. Together we take the cart back to the garage, close the gate and go to the changing rooms. We stop in front of the girls’ room.

“I should hurry,” says Rania. “The others are already waiting for me.”

“Sure,” I grumble.

“It was nice talking to you Finn," she beams with brght cheeks. "I see you all the time but never found the time to talk to you.”

“No problem,” I wave it off. Rania seems really nice. There aren’t just bad people around here.

People like Lynn and Candice.

I say goodbye to the Lebanese girl and then go into the small, dingy room that I was assigned as the only man here.

The first aid kit is hanging on the wall, so the door is unlocked at all times, but even the spoiled girls know that I'm changing in here. I'm always extra careful, my biggest worry is a photo in a **** moment. But again nothing happens and when I see Rania outside, surrounded by her friends, I lock the hall and head for the bus.

'Hey bro!' Rose sent me a text. Apparently, the MCD can receive text messages. 'Just a heads up. Mom is still pissed. No power in our room. But I brought you some food from town.'

Rose Lynchwood +1 (PS -45)

'Thanks a lot, Sis,' I write with a grin. From now on I'm not alone anymore.

And hey. Rania seems nice! Maybe a friendship will develop here. As long as I can save her from her friends.

And as for them...

New profiles found:

Candice Barber. 21.

Lynn Huoa. 20.

Oh, no indication this time of how they feel about me? Okay, not even I would want them as sisters. But I have them in the app, along with Mom and Tammy. I'm surprised Sonya isn't listed but maybe I haven't had enough to do with her? As with Rania as well? In any case, I can now make an interesting decision.

Four girls. Four nasty, mean, sneaky sexy girls.

While I wait for the bus on the noisy street, I grin with evil satisfaction.

The question of whether I should activate their profiles doesn't arise for me.

The only question is who I should choose first?

https://strawpoll.com/XmZRQ68kWgd

Message from the author:

So this poll was clear. Thank you for that. I love you guys. :)

And here are four more options from which you can choose. Freely please. I'm happy with your decision for Rose but here, you're truly free.

Take your time with this decision. Not because it is difficult, but because I will be spending the next week in London. I am really looking forward to it. I have already been there once, and twice for a few hours in Heathrow when I flew to the USA. I have never met nicer people and even though I fly with Ryanair, two flight attendants from British Airways will stay in my memory for the rest of my life, as they got me a seat with a window in an Airbus A320, otherwise I would have had to sit in the last row, so without a window and the possibility of seeing London from above.

I will return on the 23rd of November

But enough about me now. I hope you will get through this time well. I will be able to answer the comments on my mobile, just not as quickly as I can on my PC. As always, I hope for the wonderful support that I have experienced so far and am happy to answer any questions that may arise about the volleyball team. Or any other questions, of course.

Take care of all of you. Have a great week and wish me luck.

Oh, and if anyone has good memories of experiences or places in London, please share them. So far, I especially want to go to the Imperial War Museum (think about if we had a museum with a name like that in Germany...) and to that skyscraper, The Shard or something? And of course the landmarks and filming locations of Mission Impossible Fallout.