Hopefully

The time it took for John to get past the image of what he found in his inventory was much longer than he would have ever admitted. Though really... he understood why it took him so long.

By the time that John had managed to get past his surprise and rush out after Mary into the hallway, she was almost out of sight. Her short, lithe legs crossed the length of the solid white floors like a couple hundred feet was nothing for her. However, at the speed she was going and from John's position behind her, it didn't take much to see how her skirt fluttered up behind her. The image of her round, bare ass bouncing beneath the short fabric of her bottoms with each bounding step burned into John's memory. The sound of her toned cheeks clapping together echoed throughout the school for a few more seconds as the distance grew between them.

The shibari thong had been the only thing she had on beneath that skirt.

"Turn to page 197."

The tightened voice of Mrs. Wentworth rung out across the whole of John's third hour history class. Her words, as nearly toneless as they were, had a slight edge to them. Her words rebounded off the front board, and when they reached John, it was like she seemed annoyed.

The problem was that that was the way she always sounded.

It wouldn't have surprised John to learn if that was true however. Mrs. Wentworth was one of the few teachers in the school that John felt as if she didn't belong there. Every time he or one of his fellows students had ever had a problem learning some part of her teachings, she had never once stuttered or failed to explain it to them in the way they needed. Her intuition, and knack for teaching, seemed spot on... like she always knew the answer to whatever problem her students had.

Unfortunately, that knack for teaching didn't seem like it was going to be very useful for his current problem. As great as she was at teaching, he highly doubted that it would have been a good idea in any scenario to ask her for help figuring out who it was that knew about his powers. If she had been the person to discover his secret, then there was no reason for her to even tell him the truth. He needed to find something else. Something that, hopefully, Observe would reveal to him.

Victoria Wentworth
Level ???
??????
HP: ????
Relationship: ?????

...or it would do that.

John audibly choked on the pop-up that appeared in front of him; his wide eyes practically crossing as he stared at the screen and then at the teacher. Well, if that didn't answer his question, what would? Victoria was the first person to break his powers!

By that point, John may as well have just been asking what it was that gave him away.

His history teacher's strange information aside, the reason John eventually attended his third hour class was for one specific reason. His main suspects were in that class... normally. The first one, Frank, wasn't even at school that day, it seemed. Vanessa, of course, skipped the first half of the class and only arrived later. Cassandra was in it, thankfully, but somehow managed to pick the one corner of the room where John couldn't get behind her or find an angle to stealthily watch her.

Then there was Mary. The short brunette was also one of the few to attend John's third hour class, and even though she was going without underwear, Mary wasn't the type of person to miss a class. Certainly not Mrs. Wentworth's class. On top of that, John couldn't see much of a difference between going to class without underwear and what she had been wearing before.

His thoughts were cut off part way through the class when his phone, on its loudest setting, buzzed and rang violently in his pocket. John, and the two students seated next to him, jumped in place at the sudden sound. The class fell silent, and after a moment of apology, John silenced his phone. After a minute or two had gone by, he pulled it out.

A single text hovered in the center of his screen as he sat there. No name attached to it, just a random number and the start of a sentence.

{How did you do it?}

John stared at the message, his eyes narrowing at the text as he sat there.

{Who is this?} he hit send, and after a couple seconds, a similar loud buzzing echoed across the room from Mary as she blushed and silenced her own phone. Mrs. Wentworth didn't skip a beat; in a flash, she turned around, glaring at both Mary and John with some unsaid message before she continued with her lesson.

A few more minutes went by before he got another message.

{How?} she simply repeated, but both of them knew he figured it out.

{Where did you get my phone number?} John replied, and watched as Mary shook her head furiously in her seat and, like a lightning bolt, her fingers flashed across the screen of her phone.

{It doesn't matter, perv. Give it back.}

There was something about that message that made John freeze. His chest filled with a slight burning feeling that felt like it landed somewhere between inspiration and anger, and as he read through the text again, he found himself thinking with it. A simple no wasn't good enough. It was just too... abrupt after a comment like that. A grin crept across John's features as he glanced back and forth between Mary and his phone. A wicked idea formed in his mind as he sat there and, after a couple minutes of waiting for a moment when no one was looking, John pulled the shibari thong out of his inventory and held it up in the air.

In the other hand... John lifted up his phone and took a selfie with it.

A loud squeak erupted from the front of the room as Mary, with one shaking hand, gaped at the picture that John sent her. Her whole body spun in place as she turned to look back at John, and the gazes of many of his fellow classmates followed her... but when they saw John, he just sat there, with nothing more than a scribbling pencil as he followed along with Mrs. Wentworth's teachings.

It took some time before the people in the classroom looked away from the two of them this time. Thankfully, it wasn't too suspicious to the rest of the students for John to search through his phone while he waited.

{It's not nice to call other people names, you know...} John sent her once she yanked her gaze away from him. There wasn't really a better way to describe it. Her head actually whipped away from him with such a real sense of hatred... like it was an insult to him to have her stare taken away from him.

{What do you want?} the Latina replied after a couple more fury filled seconds had gone by. John could practically hear how hard her fingers tapped against the screen on her phone from the back of the room.

{World peace... An end to hunger for everyone... Maybe a couple cute dogs.} He was met with dead silence. He waited for nearly five minutes, a stupid grin dominating his features, while she glared at her phone. Eventually, John had to be the one to send another text. {Show me...} he said.

{Excuse me?} A pause, and then John figured he actually had to clarify.

{Lift up your skirt, and show me where this belongs.} Mary went rigid in her seat as she read his last text, and when she sent him another glance, pitching her disbelief in his direction... John merely punctuated his request with another picture of her rope underwear. This time he thought it might be little more funny to pose with the whole class sitting clueless in the picture's background.

Mary didn't make any noise when she saw his text. Her head slumped slightly over her small rectangular phone, and he watched as she cast glances back and forth between him and the board in front of her. Eventually, her shoulders fell before John's leering gaze, and he watched as one of her hands slowly lowered her phone to her lap. Seconds later, his phone shook, and a small image appeared in the center of his screen.

It was blurred slightly when John first opened the text. A sign of how badly Mary's hands were shaking when she took the shady picture. Between two toned, slick thighs was the image of a slit so tight that it was like the outer lips of her pussy had clenched shut to try and deny him this satisfaction. It didn't work. Even in the darkness beneath Mary's desk, John could make out the glisten of arousal coating her bare, waxed mound. Her skin remained so smooth and so hairless that, on those aspects alone, it reminded him of a picture of innocence. A perfection that was left untainted until the right person came along to find it. Really though, the cherry on top of it all was the truly stiff and engorged nub of nerves that jutted out from the top of her womanhood. A testament to her kindled libido and how utterly teased and stimulated the cheerleader had become from her choice of clothing. Her clit had been rubbed so red and raw from the shibari thong that it throbbed hugely at the top of her sex, protruding from the rest of her perfection like a tiny tower.

{Satisfied?} she asked after the image hit his phone. John merely stared dumbly at the picture as he sat there, his cock bulging with life in the front of his pants.

{Not even close...} he answered.

The next half hour was filled with minutes where John slowly edged her closer with different commands. The memory on his phone was spammed and littered with images of Mary as he talked her into taking various pictures of her doing things like tugging on her clit, spreading her labia, stuffing fingers into her 'innocent' little hole, and even going as far as to have her sneak pictures of her breasts to him. Pictures that quickly revealed to him that it wasn't just a shibari thong she had put on. The rope bra she wore to match it covered nothing beneath her tiny crop top. Her soft, perky globes seemed like they were barely handfuls to him when he saw the pictures. Her nipples, which he had expected to be hard and pointy, proved to be entirely different from what he had been thinking. Each minuscule tip was miraculously hidden from view when she took the picture. They were inverted, to the point that it actually made sense to him why he hadn't seen them poking through the front of her shirt earlier.

It was maybe ten minutes from the end of class when the attitude of their texting thread seemed to shift and change. The arguments and convincing it took to push Mary into doing something perverted gradually died down. It devolved into nothing more than John ordering her to do something and receiving pictures of her following through with it, so he decided to take it up a notch.

John had just finished setting his screensaver to a picture of Mary deviously chewing on the end of her pen while she looked at the camera with half-lidded eyes and her newly freed and pinch-hardened nipples hung out over the edge of her top when he sent her a particularly obscene request. He watched as she visibly jumped in her seat and stared at the sobering message on her phone. There was a silent pause while both students clearly held the lesson in disregard by this point, and John watched as she carefully glanced back at him, struggling to breathe past her own disbelief.

He didn't even blink at her.

A tremble washed over her form for a second, and the air felt as if it came to stand still as the cheerleader, without any further need of convincing, visibly slipped a single hand between her legs. Her other hand, still shaking nervously, blatantly angled the camera down from the edge of her desk as her skirt slid up, and her hips jerked suddenly.

A second passed....two seconds, and her hips jerked again. A couple of the students around Mary turned to gape at the cheerleader as her groin openly bucked against the hand stuffed between her legs. They stared at her as a low whine echoed throughout the classroom. A wave of energy passed through the young Latina, and the whole class turned to look at her. Mary shuddered in her seat and struggled to muffle the lewd noises passing through her lips. Her whole body went stiff for a couple seconds, held frozen in the moment of a sudden attention... and then she went limp in her seat. Everything fell silent as Mary slowly came to rest hunched over the front of her desk as encumbered waves of pleasure came to a shaking stop inside her.

"C-can I be excused to the bathroom?" Mary asked when class failed to resume after that. An audible tremble shook in the very base of her throat, one that was heard even by John in the back of the class. It took an awkward amount of time for Mrs. Wentworth to answer her, during which John was able to make out the motion of Mary covering her nipples back up with her top.

"There are only a few minutes of class left; can it be held, Ms. Davis-Lorenzo?" his teacher asked after a simple glance to the clock. John was immediately on his phone at that.

{Tell her yes,} he hit send. A pregnant pause filled the air as Mary looked down at the buzzing in her hands and then slowly back up to the teacher. Her whole body seemed to burn with a crimson red color now.

"Yes..." she squeaked.

{Good girl.}