Natalie mood changes

She runs upstairs, I see her pass my baby siblings rooms and my step sisters room, whom away at an ivy league school. I attempt to dodge the toys and make the long track in the room. I finally make it to my room, I see Natalie has removed her top and skinny jeans wearing only lacy black bra and thong panties.

As I am heaving in the room, she gives me the same scare look and timidly, "I will comply to your sick and perverted fantasies."

She looks at me still trying to catch my breath and burst out laughing. She says, "I really tried, but you are such a nerd. And you out of shape, and you will probably say something geek like I will take a byte out of you. I was going to jerk you off before the offer. "

I am shocked, she is in total charge as she says, "I am give you offer the same deal, I gave the other guys. You see most of the girls the play sports for the school as not that bright and lets face it they are horny bitches. And the idea of guy satisfying there carnal desires and also helping them pass there courses was what the girls wanted. So every guy, that he is done this to before, would tutor the girl and the girls treat them as meat puppet."

She has moved her chest closely to you, I can feel her breast. I see her bluish eye looking down, as she murmurs, "The girls came from other schools mostly all girls private schools and unlike the bitches in this school were very loyal to there meat puppets. I would get satisfaction of seeing Wade reaction when those nerds were not depressed and showing off new girlfriend hotter than there last. But I still needed him as a trophy stud, but this was last straw. He actually went after the most annoying girl in the whole school."

She pushes him So, here is the deal: you can keep playing the sad, lonely stalker, or you can provide list of girl that you want. My eyes wander to certain pictured with Natalie including her sister, Yukie.

She moves away from me, I can definitely those girls. But those girls looking at our not too bright, they are definitely not me or Elena. And trust me, they are all dirty nympos that why they were perfect girl to dominate.

She leans in, her eyes cold and demanding. "I have a list of girls on the squad who need help, and you’re going to be their tutor. And they definitely keep you busy and might even get you in shape. So you won't have time to stalk me, I still have to handle Wade's revenge. And I know the best way to hurt him, maybe he is the one cucked this time.

I’m not spreading myself thin," she says, tapping the leather-bound notebook against her palm. "You’re going to belong to one of them. You’ll be their tutor, their pet, and their ticket to dragging Wade through the dirt at prom. Those particular girls are not too much into athletes. Choose wisely—once you’re hers, she’s going to own your free time, and your social life. And if you are asking why they would agree to date you, you don't have to be athlete but they like guys that are more in shape then you. They have no problem breaking a pig like you, but to actually date them you are going have to be more conditioned."

Natalie says, "You can pick Emily, she has nickname Ruby. She is the intense red-headed Co-Captain of cheer squad with an combination of an English/California accent, she is very intense, demanding, and competitive, she spends most of the time in art building. She’s the type to push him to physical exhaustion just to see how much he can take. She is often seen in the art room."

She says, "Maybe you are into tall girls, Lisa, the Volleyball Ace, the 'athlete’s' choice. She is tall, outgoing and lives for the beach. She is complete athlete loves to surf with her her California accent. She drags her playthings to her her family beach house and loves to be disciplined and harsh. She treats her partners like objects to be tuned—no patience for weakness."

She pauses for brief moment, "Maybe you like I would make out with Diana, the Latin darling of the tennis team, The Tennis Prodigy. Precise, arrogant, and carries an international edge. She wants a partner who can sharpen her status, treating them as an accessory."

She says, "Hell, I think want scream. You would think Japanese born would be smarter, but my sister is not. She knows your secrets and history, and his weaknesses better than anyone. Choosing her crosses a line that makes there no going back. Her style is BDSM-heavy, and she’ll take a twisted pleasure in using his own past "toughness" to whip him into shape. She has been looking for a new toy to play with, the last was college stud that scream rape."

She walks toward, "Which girl going tutor, I will make sure she tutors and take her to the prom."

Natalie says, "Pick one. And remember, they’re all better than Hannah. If you play your cards right, we’ll make sure Wade is staring at you and your girl all night, wondering where he went wrong. But if you fail... let’s just say you won’t be the only one hurting."

Natalie stood back, the leather-bound notebook still tapping a rhythmic, impatient count against her palm. She didn’t just look like she was waiting; she looked like she was observing an animal deciding which cage to enter. As you scanned the names on her list—Emily, Lisa, Diana, and Yukie—the silence in the room grew heavy. These weren’t just students anymore; they were the architects of your new reality, and the choice you made in the next few seconds would lock you into a path where your time, your body, and your social standing would belong entirely to them. The realization hit you: there would be no turning back.

Natalie says, "Just pick one, you will probably in summer, but nothing more than that."

I am looking at her legs, it is not that I care too much. I had no problem tutoring them, I am sure there will be some kind of arrangement probably monetary. I am not sure why they would date me.

Natalie’s eyes narrow, the familiar, cold flicker of amusement dancing in them as she steps into my personal space. She doesn't just watch me; she dissects me, her gaze lingering on the nervous sweat I’m sure is beads on my forehead. "You're overthinking it again," she murmurs, her voice a sharp, clinical blade that cuts through the silence of the room. She taps the corner of her leather-bound notebook against my chest, a rhythmic reminder of exactly who holds the leash. "The decision is simple, and you’re wasting time. Pick, or I’ll do it for you, and trust me, you won’t like the result."

She pulls back, crossing her arms and leaning against the desk, waiting with that expectant, predatory stillness. She makes it clear that my autonomy—my old, aimless life—is already a ghost. As I scan the list again—the intensity of Emily, the harshness of Lisa, the status-obsessed Diana, or the dangerous pull of Yukie—the gravity of the moment hits me. This isn't just about passing a class; it's about handing over the keys to my own existence to someone who views me as nothing more than a tool for her own private war. I realize that whatever name I speak, I’m locking myself into a future where my body, my schedule, and my humiliation are no longer my own. Natalie tilts her head, her smile thinning, waiting for me to seal my own fate. "Well?" she prompts, the impatient tap of her notebook sounding like a countdown. "Who is going to own you?"