Dealing With the Devil

Luckily for us, it's not too long of a walk before we get to our class. In fact, I check the time as we reach the right hallway to find we still have about 5 minutes. That's when I notice that Violet has started to slow down. I turn to look at her as we both come to a stop.

"You go ahead, Matt. I have to go to the bathroom real quick," she tells me.

"You can't be serious. We're right there. Are you really going to risk it to go to the bathroom?"

"Do you think it would be better if I tried to leave in the middle of class?"

She has a point there. I don't think I've ever seen another college professor get upset when you try to go to the bathroom in the middle of class, but that's Dr. Powell for you.

"Alright, but at least give me your essay so I can make sure you get it in on time."

"Good call." Violet reaches into her bag and pull out her essay. It's neatly formed into a stack held together by a paperclip (because apparently staples are unacceptable). She hands it to me and quickly runs off to the restroom. We both know that even if her paper gets turned in on time, that doesn't mean she gets a pass for being late.

Once Violet leaves, I pull out my own essay, complete with its own paperclip and brace myself as I head inside. As I expected, the room is dead silent, with no one wanting to speak a word despite the fact that class hasn't even started yet. I head up to the desk at the front of the class to put both essays in a small basket made for work submissions. As I reach the desk, I lock eyes with none other than the notorious Dr. Powell.

As might have been apparent by now, Dr. Powell is quite possibly the most infamous professor at North Ridge University. She is absolutely ruthless and is willing to find faults with anybody and everybody. For some reason, she has all these rules and expectations for her students, some of which she doesn't make clear until someone does something wrong. Unfortunately, Dr. Powell teaches most of the sections of a required history class, meaning that most students end up having to deal with her at some point. I tried my best to avoid her after being warned by Julia, but that obviously didn't work out. I feel bad for any history majors that have to suffer through her higher level classes.

I guess when I try to separate the body from the person, Dr. Powell could be considered pretty attractive in a MILF-y sort of way. It seems like she might have some decent curves, even if she rarely dresses in a way that shows off her body.

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Ok, listen, this woman is so insanely difficult to deal with that it's hard to really care about how hot she may or may not be. And coming from me, that is bad. Even with Michelle, I can look past her bitchy attitude to see the killer body she has. But this woman is on an entirely different level.

After locking eyes with Dr. Powell and nearly going insane just from that, she looks down at my hands.

"Are you turning in two essays, Mr. Anderson? You know I won't give you extra credit for that. In fact, if you're not going to take the time to do one essay properly, perhaps I should dock some points."

I seriously cannot deal with this right now. This woman is considering reprimanding me for doing extra work. Granted, I didn't actually do extra work, but the thought still gets under my skin.

"Actually, I'm just turning in Violet's essay with mine." As soon as the words leave my mouth, I realize I've made another mistake.

"So Ms. Garcia thinks she can just get someone else to turn in her work so she can skip class?"

"No! She's just in the bathroom. She wanted to make sure she got it in on time."

"I see. So she doesn't trust herself to be able to turn in her work on time. That does not bode well for the work's quality." I'm so sorry for what I've done to you Violet...

I try to defend myself and Violet to the best of my ability, but I know it's a lost cause. Eventually, I drop the essays in the submission basket and head to my seat. Dr. Powell doesn't seem happy, but she luckily doesn't seem interested in pursuing the issue any further.

Now that she isn't paying anymore attention to me, I'm ready to do what was obviously coming. There is no way I'm not using the Random Remote on Dr. Powell. I mean, come on, I have to, right? She's so awful, I don't think there's a single student who has taken her class that would not be willing to take this risk. Even if there was a chance that she could become worse (which, by the way, I find highly unlikely), I still think it would be worth trying.

I pull the remote out as discreetly as possible. Big surprise: Dr. Powell also doesn't like people using electronics in her classroom. But aside from that reason, I'd rather the rest of my classmates not know about the remote's existence if I can help it. With that in mind, I carefully point the remote at her and press the green button.

- SELECTED TARGET: SHANNON POWELL -

Huh. I don't think I even knew Dr. Powell's first name. She always insists we call her 'Dr. Powell' so I guess I never thought about it. Either way, it's time to-

"Hey, what have you got there, Matt?"

I don't think I've ever been so startled in all my life. As soon as I hear that voice, I jump in panic, which causes me to toss the remote up in the air. I do everything in my power to catch it and act like nothing happened, but now that I'm nervous, that proves difficult. It bounces off of my hand when I try to catch it, which only makes my arms jerk to try to catch it again. With each error, I get more anxious, which only causes me to make more errors. After the longest couple of seconds of my life, I finally get a grip on the remote and pull it to my side. I look up to see Violet standing in front of me, leaning over my desk. Apparently she returned from the bathroom and noticed me looking at something when she was about to take her seat.

"Is something the matter, Mr. Anderson?" I hear Dr. Powell call from the front of the class.

"N-no! I'm fine" I manage to stutter out.

Violet slips into her usual spot at the desk next to me, but quickly leans over to whisper in my direction.

"You kinda freaked there for a second. What is that thing, anyway?"

"It's... um... hard to explain..."

"Part of that long story you mentioned?" I have to give Violet credit. She's sharp. It's hard to deny it at this point, so I'll just have to keep things vague for now.

"Kind of. It's complicated." Violet can tell I'd rather not talk about it, so she backs off. After a pause, she decides to change the subject.

"By the way, when I walked in, Dr. Powel gave me one of her looks. Turning my paper in for me didn't go well, did it?" Like I said, Violet is sharp.

I blush slightly before shaking my head in embarrassment. Violet doesn't look thrilled, but it's less of a 'I'm mad at you' look and more of a 'We should have known better.'

I'm not sure how good of a look Violet got at the remote, but at some point I need to decide if I'm willing to tell her about it. Not right now, though. I need to finish my plan for the professor first. With that in mind, I quickly hit the red button before anything else can distract me. I pause and look around to make sure no one notices what I'm doing while I wait for the roulette to spin. Once it's done, I waste no more time checking the results.

- SELECTED TARGET: VIOLET GARCIA -

Identity: Pervert

I guess that confirms my theory about the remote being sexual. I have to admit, this is an interesting development. Having my strict professor start to become some kind of dirty pervert could be a nice change and-

Wait a second...

VIOLET!? Why does it say Violet?! It takes me a second, but I quickly realize what happened. When Violet scared me and caused me to fumble with the remote, I must have pressed the green button again by accident! And since Violet was standing right in front of my when it happened, she ended up being targeted. Shit! I'm going to turn my best friend into a pervert. And if I had to guess, this remote doesn't do things halfway. Violet could end up being a massive slut because of this. Is Violet going to be turned into a bigger perv than even I am? That's a concerning thought. I notice that her first attribute has popped up, so I decide to quickly read it and assess the damage.

Initial Attribute Unlocked

THAT'S KINDA HOT

The target will get turned on and have dirty thoughts with increasing ease. The target will now have a minimum level of horniness that they will never go below. This minimum will also increase over time.

That would have been a pretty interesting attribute for Dr. Powell to have, but I guess Violet is stuck with it now. I can't believe I did this to her. I told myself to be more careful, not less. Well, I definitely can't tell her about the remote now that I've used it on her. Well, at least it could be worse. I don't think this will change her core personality too much. And maybe getting turned on so easily could be nice in some cases? I know I'm grasping to try and put a positive spin on this, but still.

Just as I'm about to put the remote away, I realize I didn't even accomplish my objective. I quickly point the remote at Powell again, but this time, I don't get as lucky of a opportunity.

"Mr. Anderson! Do you have your phone out in my class?! Put that away this instant! Class is starting!" Dr. Powell yells.

I look up at the clock behind her and realize she's right. We're actually already a minute into class. To not get into anymore trouble, I decide to put the remote away for now, accepting this whole start of the day as a failure. Maybe I'll be able to find another opportunity at some point during class. I'll have to keep my eyes peeled.