Family Problems

June's lips clung to John's shaft as the two of them stood there, slowly making minute fixes to their own disheveled outfits. He hadn't spent as much time with June as he normally would have with his mother, but he could still feel it. That... lack of cleanliness that seemed to possess his body after a roll in the hay with another person. He liked it, of course, but for the most part it was only during the act itself. The act itself could have been dirtier than he could have ever imagined and John probably would have been just fine, so long as there was a shower afterwards. He wasn't yet used to the feeling of walking around and simultaneously looking like somebody had just fucked his brains out.

Out of the two of them, June was the one to take her time getting ready for school again. She didn't bother working with the speed or urgency of someone who might have been worried that they could have been caught. Instead, she just kept kneeling in front of him and holding his pants down long enough for her to truly revel in the feeling of John's fat cock stuffing and stretching her tight little throat. She just held him...almost as lovingly as his mother had. Her lips, which had long since helped to clean his manhood of his thick, sticky seed, dragged along his length with new purpose. For a few whole minutes, it was like they never left his shaft. She never moved back to catch her breath, she never pulled away, she just kept sucking and slurping and moaning into his groin as she just filled her own mind and mouth with his taste.

She worshiped him more and more with the passing time. It got to the point that it was like she was driving her head down his length and locking herself in place around the base of his cock, just to hold and caress him in one of the tightest, silkiest slots she had available for him. He was different. Nothing about what had just happened between them had been normal. He had to be different.

He had to be special.

When John finally came again, he all but leaned into June for support. His hands curled and wrapped around her long locks of dark brownish hair, and with an almost familiar possessiveness that he had felt only minutes ago, he pulled and thrust one more time into her wet maw. Her wet lips squeezed plumply against the base of John's cock as he held her down in his lap. Her kneeling body arched and shoved against him in turn, her large breasts squishing heavily against his thighs, and with a sound that couldn't be mistaken for anything else, he heard June let out a happy little moan.

June didn't get to taste the remnants of John's load the second time as his balls churned, pumped, and emptied down into her throat. Her mouth struggled to get more of his strange, delicious flavor, lapping and stroking at his pulsing girth with what her tongue could reach, but most of it just shot down past her anxious taste buds and into her stomach.

He filled her again, the two of them realized when John finally pulled back, drawing one more weak line of seed across her tongue with his tip, and June had to stop for a moment again. Her head fell in to rest against his firm waistline while she stopped to catch her breath. Her hands slid gently down the length of his thighs and calves, and then eventually, one of them reached over to grasp her smooth stomach where his cum sloshed lightly with her every movement.

"So full..." she cooed under the weakest of breaths for a moment before... her strength suddenly came back. She was revitalized, and in a flash, she bounced up to her feet. Her heavy breasts lurched up and swung as she moved, one tanned beautiful globe dropping bare before his eyes as it finally spilled out of the tight confines of her dress and fell heavily, almost slapping down to rest against John's own chest as June casually pulled his pants back up for him. Her movements were so smooth and so precise it was almost like she had done that for him a thousand times over. She even buttoned him up, tucked him away, and zipped his jeans up so quickly that John didn't even have a moment to try and do it himself. A simple smirk flitted across June's face as she reached around and grabbed John's ass with one hand and used it to push his still rigid length into her other small, feminine grasp through the front of his jeans. "Isn't that better?" she purred at John and gave him another stroke.

June leaned in to kiss him before he could answer. It didn't really matter what he said, he supposed, they both knew what his answer would have been if he had a chance to say it. He didn't even have to think about kissing her back either. As unappealing as tasting himself sounded to John, it was a chance to kiss what might have been the hottest teacher in Ashcroft. He couldn't let that slip away from him, and thankfully, there were some other flavors to appreciate on June's tongue. Specifically, once John had gotten past the surprising taste that had been his own presence, there was a sense of sweetness to her taste that astonished him when June kissed him. The majority of what he found was that she tasted like candy to him, an actual sugary tint of flavor that filled most of June's mouth. She was already so nice to kiss on her own that John actually tried slapping his hands back into her round, bare ass to pull her in for another round. That was before he even realized he could make out the slight telltale signs of Mary's juices and their own unique tang still resting on June's tongue.

"Much...better..." he panted when June eventually pulled away. She reluctantly retreated from him once John began to sink and pull her into a nearby seat with him. The moment had been nice, and it seemed to John that she would have loved for nothing more than to just let him slip the rest of her dress off of her and continue, but they were out of time. The two of them had already been cutting it close by doing it so openly in a detention room, but by that point someone else should have been on their way there to try and find out whether or not Vanessa's claims of harassment had been true or not.

"Good," she said and slowly stepped back. John watched as June shifted the bottom half of her dress back into place and a loud 'plop' echoed throughout the room. Both of them slowly looked to watch as a large glob of his cum fell from her pussy with a wet splat and began to spread out on the floor in a nice, white puddle. "Oops," June giggled playfully, while John glanced back and forth between the puddle and her. He had almost forgotten after all of that. John had cum inside of her.

"D-do you have a morning-after pill of some kind?" he asked, and June's expression slowly changed to one of confusion.

"You don't have to worry about that with me, baby," she paused and leaned down to give him another kiss. "Today's a safe day..." The two of them stared softly at each other for a couple moments before John gave her a look. The doubt in his eyes must have been really evident because, after a couple seconds, she relented. "Yes, I have something," she said, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Oh...and don't worry about too much about the trouble with Miss Hawthorne. I'll make sure it's taken care of. You just tell anyone that asks that you were trying to help her back up, and I'll corroborate that story." That made John stop. His brow furrowed as he watched June walk back over to the front of the class room and stop just before the door. An almost invisible path of cum, made up of little droplets, trailed on the white floorsbehind her as she walked.

"Why would you do something like that for me?" he asked and didn't even have to wait for June to think of an answer. She had it ready.

"Let's just say that I'm sure that you'll be able to think of a way to repay me..." she stated, and her hand went to open the door.

"Uh, Miss Summers?" The two of them paused as June turned to look at John. Her eyes narrowed in warning at him as he finished speaking, and he watched as she quickly turned her whole body to face him.

"John, we don't have time for mor-" she started.

"No, Miss... Your uh..." he let the sentence fall off as he simply pointed to the front of June's dress where, without even a possibility of mistaking it for something else, one of June's large, round breasts still hung out visible in the open air. A short burst of giggling escaped the full-bodied teacher as she looked down and, with one hand, seductively squeezed and lifted the breast up for John to see. The both of them watched as her hands twisted along the mammary, groping up to the tip of her breast where she caused herself to gasp when her expert fingers seized the engorged nipple on display. She turned, pinched, and squeezed playfully with the little bud for a couple seconds right in front of John where he could still see everything until, finally, his teacher let out a little whimper at the rough treatment and let her breast drop. In a flourish of subtle and practiced movements, the top of her dress was pulled outwards as June's heavy breast fell back into proper place at the end of her show, and her outfit was suddenly restored. She looked perfect again, save for the two hard points on the front of her chest that betrayed her own hidden state of arousal.

"Fuck me..." John mumbled under a heavy breath when she finally left the room. The door clicked shut behind her, and as soon as it was closed and John could no longer hear the teacher, June spoke up too.

"Did you enjoy the show, Mary?"

His school day wasn't as productive that day as it had been over the rest of the week. He tried to make up for it in a number of ways. He tried following Cassandra more, further practicing his skills in the little spy game that he had begun, but for the most part he never ran into her. Most of the classes they shared that day, she didn't even show up to. She seemed to just be skipping them, like Frank was.

He ran into Mary and Vanessa more throughout the day. The latter of the two had obtained a different set of clothing to wear, much to his own dismay, and she swore when she saw him that he was going to be dead. Just that. There were no insults or malicious rumors to throw around about John this time around. She just... threatened him with ****. In a way, he was a little worried about how adamant she became about that one threat. She didn't give up on it even for a second. She even decided to extrapolate on the idea a couple times, testing her own imagination in the various ways that she could have made him suffer...

As worried as he was though, John felt more like it was pointless to devote any more attention to the bitch queen than he already had. It didn't matter that much even if he did think that she might actually try something... he had powers now and probably could have just broken in half whoever she chose to send at him!

He didn't need to worry...right?

Mary wasn't nearly as fun to bother with his presence this time around as the other cheerleader had been. After the events of the morning, the little Latin girl just seemed to try and disappear into her schoolwork. She didn't answer his texts, she didn't talk to him, she just retreated away from all forms of social contact.

The worst part was... he ended up actually **** to do schoolwork just to distract his mind from all the boredom that pervaded the rest of his day...

Well, he did manage to study the Arcana Iglaciem a bit more...before he got bored of that too. Studying that tome wasn't exactly like studying anything like a normal book however. The more he looked over the book, and searched for some kind of useful information, the more pages he found. It was almost endless, containing the accounts of mages that dated back hundreds of years so far...

He almost choked when he figured that bit out. According to the book, magic had been around for much, much longer than he had initially thought.

Also, there were no two owners of the book at any one time. When one owner would fail and die, then the next would come and take it's place. The problem about believing it was that length of each account varied. Where one seemed to last no more than a week or month...others would last as long as two hundred years...

It was impossible...and so, so intriguing to him. After all, if magic was real, then why not immortality?

Towards the back end of the book though, in Cassandra's account, John found something that might have been actually legible and useful! It started with a single familiar word that John had only seen once before so far... A word that popped out at him like it was trying to draw him further into the book before he gave up on it completely...

Barrier.

After sitting around for hours, pouring through page after page of information and coming up empty, John was nearly ready to scream out in joy and victory when he found something he could actually read. It was almost the exact same name of the spell that Cassandra had nearly used on him outside the entrance of his gym. More than that, it was useful.

New Skill: Instant Barrier. Level 1, 10 MP.
Instant Barrier: Spawn in an illusion barrier around the caster. Barriers vary in function and design, with uses ranging from simple things like granting seclusion to creating ideal ground for combat.
Time moves faster while inside a barrier than it does outside of it. Current time advantage: (20%)

Aside from the sudden addition of a new skill, the book did go into the ability to an extent. It explained how Cassandra came to learn it and how she manipulated her own limited supply of Mana to create what was best described as an alternate universe or realm. Most of the time, when she had made it, the world looked almost exactly the same as the one she had grown up in. It kept all the same colors and buildings for the most part, but general shapes and consistencies would be changed...or just forgotten entirely. Windows could become walls, walls would become warped, and as difficult as it was to notice, the air itself might just change.

On occasion, she wrote about how it was even like breathing a whole different kind of air while in a barrier... like she had gone to a different planet.

More than that...apparently no matter what damage was done inside this barrier, none of it would transfer back to the real world. It truly was ideal for combat scenarios.

There was a pause as John sat himself down in his seat at the start of his next class and carefully flipped to the next page to continue reading. His teacher mumbled something at the front of the class, and the learning began...but the pause in studying his new ability never stopped for John.

Thief...

John blinked hard as he stared at the words written over on the next page. His brow furrowed and hardened with confusion as a knot began to twist and churn in the center of his gut. He had been on that page before, past it even...but it hadn't said anything like that. Now, it was the only word.

You hold that which does not belong to you...

John flipped another page, and a new sentence appeared...but there was still nothing else written. Even flipping the pages backwards through the book, nothing else seemed to appear on its pages. It was just those words...those words that seemed to stare back at him just as hard as he was staring at them.

Thief...

Thief...

The words burned into the parchment as he sat there, slowly at first and then faster and faster as John continued to stare at it. It continued writing into it's own pages before his very eyes; word after word just kept burning and flickering into existence. There was no sign of anything else that had previously been in the book. It was just gone. It was all just replaced with those words.

Thief...
Thief...
Thief...
-1 HP
Thief...
Thief...

After a couple seconds, John realized he couldn't pull away. He tried lifting a hand to turn one of the pages of the book or to just close it, but his arms never moved. He tried standing up or pushing back. but... his body stayed in place. He remained there...paralyzed, watching as his health just slowly ticked down a few more points. His stomach turned and lurched as he sat in place...completely still. He felt like he was going to be sick. He couldn't do anything but watch himself die!

-1 HP
Thief...
Thief...
Thief...

"Mr. Newman!" A hand clasped onto John's shoulder and shook hard, ripping him suddenly from the pull of the book. John's stomach did a short flip again, and groaning, he slowly turned to the look at the face of his business teacher, Mr. Oliveira. The older man was practically glaring at John as he sat there, one hand shifting uncomfortably to hold his stomach. "Class is over, Mr. Newman. You need to move on to your nex-" John's teacher paused and blinked as he got a good look at the young gamer. "Are you alright? You don't look well, John."

He wasn't wrong. A simple look at his own arm told John that he was pale, more pale than he had ever been. If he had to describe it, the only thing that would have given it justice would have been saying it was something that looked like it came straight out of a bad movie, one where they had put too much makeup on one of the actors while trying to make him look ill.

It was like he was a ghost! He even had the notifications popping up about some Soul Torn status effect to prove it.

"I'm fine," John weakly croaked.