Girl Troubles

John’s last class of the day would be the best, if it wasn’t also the subject of the second weirdest thing to happen today. Art with June was by far and away his favorite class. It allowed him to be creative, didn’t involve team projects, and had the world’s sexiest teacher. He was good at it, and June would actually prompt conversations with him from time to time. Everything else at Ashcroft was worth it for this one class.

Under normal circumstances, that is, and today was far from normal. The boost to his already frustratingly proactive libido aside, John had June’s casual mention of his pen name to distract him. It was something that could be awesome, but John’s natural prey instincts screamed that it was going to be disastrous. He did his best to ignore it as he walked the empty hallways to the studio, but that part of him insisted that June had been spending the last half a year being nice to him only to send him crashing to the ground when an appropriately dramatic opportunity arose. It would make sense, that was about how the rest of his life had gone so far.

John was painfully reminded of the one and only time he’d drummed up the courage to ask a girl out in high school. Alyssa Avery, a cute blonde he’d developed a crush on in 10th grade. John had been all but certain she was too good-looking for him, and he should have listened to himself, but she had been showing every possible sign of interest. The day he had finally convinced himself to ask, he had been loudly and firmly rejected. Alyssa had been certain to make sure everyone knew she found the thought of being attracted to him both insulting and disgusting. It was only later that John had learned it had been a deliberate plan to humiliate him.

Surrounded by judgement and pain, John had ran to the bathroom and cried until the janitor kicked him out to lock up for the night. Though he never told his mother why, he guessed she had an idea, because she had let him skip the next three days of school. Even then, it had taken him almost a year to stop moping and start acting at least something like his former self.

It was something he’d rather forget, because even now his face burned with shame and regret at the recollection. It had painted every interaction John had with anyone who would show him even an ounce of kindness since. That memory, a lurking reminder that people were constantly looking for ways to hurt him, to keep away. John pounded the wall beside him in frustration. He was so sick and tired of living under that shadow, but he still clung to it. It kept him safe, protected him from being hurt again.

With a long sigh, John stopped to compose himself. He was already late, what would another minute hurt? He rubbed his jaw to find it sore. He didn’t recall, but he must have been clenching it while strolling down memory lane. He pressed his head against the cool stone walls and took another drawn out breath.

This is different.
June is different.
I am different.
I am The Gamer.
...right?

Whatever.

With that, John put a lid on the last few minutes, rolled his shoulders, and strode into the art studio.

The class studio was brilliantly lit. The far wall was dominated by ceiling high windows to let in the daylight while bright fluorescents hung overhead. Shelves of materials and half-finished projects lined most of the remaining perimeter, broken only by the supply closet and a spotless area across from the windows to hang artwork for critique. Old, wooden tables were scattered haphazardly over the floor, surrounding a still life display set up in the center of the large room. As always, the scent of drying paints, charcoal, and clay permeated the air.

June was patrolling the room, observing her student’s progress and offering tips here and there. When she stopped and looked to the door as John entered, her smile was brighter than the room itself. She looked positively radiant, especially compared to this morning.

“John! I was worried that you had gone missing!” June beamed. The rest of the class barely acknowledged his arrival. “What would make one of my star pupils late to his favorite class?” she teased as she approached.

“Ah, the Student Council needed a little help moving some boxes around. I got, uh, volunteered to assist,” John lied, again. He accepted the fact that he’d be doing a lot of lying from today on.

“That sounds like Moira to me.” June nodded with a smirking grimace. “Don’t worry, you haven’t missed much. We’re just doing a little sketching to wake up everyone’s creative muscles after the break. I already know you’ve been quite productive while classes were out, so you’ll be fine.”

If June was referring to the chapter that he had released early in December, she was correct. It was a good time for John to post it: with so many people on vacation, the latest chapter quickly accumulated more hits than anything else he’d put up. Of course, he didn’t expect his art teacher to be one of them.

“Um, y-yeah.” John blushed. “I’ve, uh, doodled a little here and there.”

“Well, have a seat. I’m about to swap out the display anyway. June flashed a sweet smile and stepped away to address the class as a whole. “Five minutes, everyone! Get your last details down.”

John walked over to the least occupied table and set his stuff down. He took the time to finally reorganize whichever pencils he had that were still intact and attempted to tape together those that weren’t. It also reminded him that he’d have to make sure to avoid Frank on his way out of the school. His quest would be cleared so long as he could reach Moira before Frank got to him. John considered his options.

Frank is definitely going to want to pound my face in after embarrassing himself. I could just try to book it from the front door to the school gate, but odds are good that Frank will have stationed some of his flunkies there to make sure I don’t make it that far. The west exit is the next closest, but I doubt that’s safe either since it is so close to the gym, and the rear exit is too obvious. Maybe I can text Moira to meet me at the East exit? But then she’d want to know why.
I really don’t want to explain that. Ugh.

Escape plans were put on hold as the five minutes ended and the second display was set up. John took up a pencil and yawned. He didn’t have the energy left for tactical thinking. Better to just let everything go and lose himself in artwork for a while.

Class ended before John knew it. June collected her students’ sketches and bid them adieu as John lethargically packed up his things. He was set to go when June called out to him from her desk.

“John, can I borrow you for a minute?” She asked.

June, you can borrow me for the rest of my life if you want to.

He’d nearly said that out loud. Thankful to avoid the slip up, John stepped out of the flow of exiting students and headed to the back of the room.

“Do you need something, June?” he asked.

“Yes, actually. I was thinking that, since you were so kind as to help Moira move some boxes earlier, you’d be a sweetheart and do the same for me?” June put on a small pout for her request, tugging at both John’s heartstrings and loins.

“Art class doesn’t have a textbook, but for some reason a lot of students decided to drop their old ones off here anyway. I could really use a strapping young lad to help me carry them to the office.”

Why June would ask John of all people was beyond him. He was pretty sure the big guy who usually sat by the windows was on the wrestling team. Why ask the scrawny nerd when you had a wall of meat available to help with manual labor? Still, John could never say no to June. Surely Moira wouldn’t mind waiting a few minutes while he helped out a teacher?

Sure enough, he received an impatient text from Moira about halfway through.

[Moira B.] John Newman, I hope you have not forgotten our appointment. Your lateness does not paint you in a favorable light.

[John N.] How do you have my number?

[Moira B.] Never mind that. Where are you?

[John N.] Helping a teacher. 15 mins

[Moira B.] You should have informed me. I will be waiting.

Jesus Christ, she even texts stuffy.

The rest of the work was enough to build up a light sweat on John, but that generally didn’t take much. Watching June bend over to pick up her boxes was well worth it, even if he had to put actual effort into stopping himself from reaching over and giving her ass a solid squeeze. For these reasons, John was ambivalent when they returned to the studio without any more boxes to carry.

“I guess that’s everything?” John huffed, wiping the sweat from his brow.

“Not quite, I pushed some into the supply closet to make room for the rest,” June said. “Would you mind grabbing those? I’m just going to check that we didn’t miss any over here.”

“Sure.” John nodded and stepped into the closet.

The supply closet was as packed as ever, and while there were dozens of cardboard boxes present, none of them contained piles of old textbooks. There was ONE book, which he picked up, but John got the distinct impression that it was not required academic reading.

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Kama Sutra
Item - Skill Book
Teaches the Skill “Intercourse”
Use? <Yes/No>
Skill Book Slots Remaining: 2/3
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Intercourse
Passive
Increases pleasure received by participants during all forms of sexual intercourse by [Skill Lv]%.
Increases stamina during sexual intercourse by [Skill Level x 5]%.
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“O-oh! I guess you found some of my, um, light reading there,” June gasped from the doorway.

“I, uh, yeah.” John turned to see June holding a hand up to her lips in embarrassment. He was too stunned to be embarrassed himself. “I guess I did.”

“Let’s just keep this between you and me, shall we?” June said. She stepped forward and plucked the book out of John’s hands. She immediately tossed the book into a nearby drawer, which she closed with a bump of her hip.

Which was a damn shame, because John hadn’t yet hit ‘Yes’ to learn the GREATEST SKILL EVER.

Fucknuggets!

“Sure. I mean, why would I want to get you in trouble anyway?” John managed an awkward laugh, which she returned.

An uncomfortably long silence followed.

John began to sweat anew, completely at a blank on how to progress in this situation. His fingers danced nervously at the rims of his pockets as if they somehow contained the answer. All the while his eyes flickered between June and the drawer she had tossed the Kama Sutra into.

“Although…” June finally broke the tension. She tapped a finger on her chin and shot a sly glance at John. “I suppose this does make us even.”

“H-how do you mean?” he stammered.

“Well…” June stepped towards John. It was a slow, exaggerated walk, sending her hips swaying and breasts gently bouncing. John nervously shifted to the side to give her room, but she simply stopped and swung her face, and massive tits, towards him again.

“Secrets. You know one of mine, and I know one of yours,” June paused and leaned close to John’s ear, deliberately spacing out her syllables, “...Ji-han.”

John’s art teacher giggled with delight as he scrambled to the side with a beet red face. She even wiped a tear from one of her eyes while he steadied himself against the shelf.

“H-how do you know about my comics?” John blurted out. He could feel the heat built up in his face. His heart was pounding at a thousand beats a minute and was liable to jump out of his throat at any moment.

One of John’s many, many, wild fantasies was currently playing out. He was in the supply closet with June, alone, and she was plainly coming on to him. However rather than responding with suave flirtations and confident charm as he did in his dreams, all John could do was panic and fumble for words. He never would have thought that overcoming his own cowardice was the least realistic part of his fantasy.

“What kind of teacher do you take me for?” June pouted. “How could I not recognize my favorite student’s style? You’re more stylized than in your assignments, but I had a sneaking suspicion it might be you. Little did I expect to see you doodling your elf girl before class a few weeks later. Sure, she was a little harder to recognize without tentacles filling every orifice, but it looked like her.”

John’s teacher was clearly enjoying teasing her student. June’s eyes were smiling as much as her lips, and her cheeks had adopted a rosy glow.

“But the final nail in the coffin is that you just told me,” June concluded with a playful flick on John’s forehead.

Denying it had not actually crossed his mind. June had some good evidence, but she couldn’t outright prove it was him. Hell, he even scheduled pages to post while he was in class as an alibi if this kind of situation ever came up. But no, fear overrode his planning and he’d forgotten everything.

However, rather than chastise himself and lament his complete lack of nerve like he ordinarily would, John took the moment of realization to bolster himself. He picked himself up off the shelf, focused his thoughts, and shoved the creeping memory of Alyssa under the carpet. After all, they were alone, and if anybody somehow found out, the only one who would get in trouble would be June.

“So, uh, I guess you like them then?” he said. It was less suave than John wanted, but it was a start.

“Like them? I ADORE them! So many pornographic comics lack depth or a real grasp of anatomy, but yours?” June closed her eyes to lose herself in the memory, just long enough to give John an idea. “Exquisite! Such loving detail to all the ways a woman can be ravaged.”

“I never thought you were the type to be into those kind of things, June. Some of my comics get pretty hardcore,” John commented with a raised brow. Getting suaver.

“Oh John, you wouldn’t believe the amount of women I know who would love to be completely destroyed in bed,” June’s face was becoming more flushed as she spoke. “We preserve our modesty well, but the desire is there all the same.”

“Something like having every orifice filled?” John asked, cocking his head.

“Exactly like that.” June shivered. She pressed a hand against her collar and let out a nearly inaudible moan. She closed her eyes again to savor the thought, and John made his move.

Gently but swiftly, he reached his right hand down and popped open the drawer of the shelf he’d been leaning on. As soon as he had the opening, he jabbed his hand into the drawer to touch the book inside and added it to his inventory. June was just opening her eyes as he leaned back against the drawer, closing it.

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<New Spell!>
Sleight of Hand - Lv. 1
Conjuration - Active
10mp
Range: 1 foot
Relocate an item to or from a container without notice.
Chance of detection scales with the number and level of nearby witnesses.
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Yeah, yeah, great. I don’t care.

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<New Skill!>
Intercourse
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Yessssssssss!

As before, John’s mind was flooded with information. This time, however, was far less academic. John’s dick grew more and more erect as knowledge on the execution of various sexual positions parked themselves comfortably in his brain. Less expected was the lessons on life, love, and happiness that accompanied the more carnal knowledge. John had always assumed that the Kama Sutra was basically the ultimate sex manual, so he was surprised to learn so much more about the art of partnership. It was material that was nearly as valuable to him as the Skill he’d just gained.

Nearly.

“John?” June asked, hesitant. John had no idea what he looked like while his mind absorbed one book’s worth of knowledge, but June’s expression of concern told him it was not normal. “Are you alright?”

“Yeah, absolutely,” John said, shaking off any lingering effects. “I was thinking about that book just now. About how much I’d like to try the stuff inside.”

With those words, June’s lusty demeanor returned. Her eyelashes fluttered and her lips pulled into a mischievous grin.

“Well, John,” she began. June walked towards him in the exact way she had before, only this time John did not retreat. He happily allowed her to wrap her arms around his shoulders. “I am your teacher, after all. I would be remiss if I didn’t instruct such a promising young man on my favorite subject.” June let one hand trail down her student’s chest. “Care for me to show you what I can do to you?”

“Yes, please.” John nodded. His focus and calm broke, even with his newfound knowledge. In this moment, he was nothing more than a horny teenage boy, and his teacher, the walking bombshell June Summers, had just propositioned him for sex.

Charm and flirtation flew out the window with the rest of his higher thinking.

“Good boy,” June purred, and leaned in to plant her lips on his.