Private Lessons

For most of the classes, Kevin had to endure various situations involving at least one girl...

Unnecessary small talk, attempts to touch his crotch, questions about his class, and even several girls leaving their phone numbers. Overnight, Kevin had become the object of everyone"s anger, no one understanding his newfound magnetism.

Even so, the overweight man, who hadn"t the faintest idea how to interact in these situations, could do little to nothing, being a complete social misfit.

This continued until the end of biology class. After receiving the fourth phone number and the fifth hug, he was left alone with the one he thought could help him with his "Sweet Essence." He shuffled over to the desk where Professor Richard was grading exams, oblivious to his presence.

"Um... excuse me, Professor."

She looked at Kevin with a blank stare and even saw a hint of disgust in Amanda"s expression. It might look bad, but strangely enough, the obese boy felt relieved to see his usual demeanor.

“Do you want something, young man?” he asked disdainfully before his face returned to the exams.

“Uh... huh... you see... I have a problem, and maybe... you could help me,” Kevin stammered, struggling to keep from biting his tongue.

A frustrated grunt escaped the teacher as she gripped a sheet of paper tightly.

“Is it Bruto again?”

“Uh... no.”

“Lilith? Eve?”

“Oh no, it’s nothing... it’s... it’s hard to say.”

“Well, spill it already,” said Professor Richard bluntly.

Kevin began fidgeting with his fingers, unsure how to explain his strange predicament.

“It’s... it’s about... pheromones... What do you know about them?”

Adjusting her glasses, she looked up. This time she didn't seem so angry, but rather intrigued.

“Strange, young White. You don't usually ask these kinds of questions. What do you really want to know?” she said in a more understanding tone.

“Well... to be more specific... if there are such things as human pheromones.”

Raising his eyebrows, he glanced at the teacher, setting aside his exams. He noticed a certain intrigue on her part. Suddenly, her face changed after she inhaled sharply, now sporting a slight smile.

“Well, you might already know this, but several studies have been conducted on the subject, and none have yielded convincing results regarding its existence. Mainly because we lack specialized organs to detect these types of pheromones; we don't have a Nasonov gland like bees or a Dufour's gland like ants…”

Explaining this, his teacher stood up and, still looking at him, began pacing around the desk. This was typical of her when she was teaching, although it seemed unusual that she did it with such cheerfulness toward our protagonist.

“…Some believe that humans don't possess this ability and… sniff… others think that we once had it in prehistory but lost it over time as we evolved… sniff… in my opinion, I'm among the latter.” The teacher continued, taking off her glasses and adopting a more animated tone.

“Um… I understand, but is there a possibility that… that someone… someone might develop that kind of pheromone today… hypothetically, of course?” Kevin said, clenching his fists, searching for the right words, yet anxious for an answer.

At that moment, the teacher let her hair down and waved it like a flag, much to Kevin’s admiration. He had never seen her with her hair down before. Before he knew it, the atmosphere in the classroom had become strange and uncomfortable.

Amanda noticed his reaction, and her smile brightened, as if she were proud of the effect she had on the young man. With a swift movement, she positioned herself behind him and gently placed a hand on Kevin’s shoulder, which was trembling with fear.

“…sniff…hmm…how interesting… Ah, but now we’re entering the realm of speculation… Sniff… I’m not sure, but on one hand, it would be revolutionary for science, an incredible discovery… Sniff…On the other hand, it would be quite problematic."

“Uh… troublesome… in what way? I’m just curious,” she asked, glancing at the nervous man in front of her as she turned her head.

With a slight nudge from Amanda, Kevin felt the friction of her breasts against his neck, as well as her hot breath, like that of a dragon. A thousand alarm bells went off in him, especially regarding the direction this conversation was taking.

“Mmm… How curious, Kevin! Let me explain! It would be something similar to the diseases that arrived in America during the conquest, or a currently unknown virus.”

That gave Kevin a lot to think about; it was very fitting for the past two days. But then the teacher’s other hand landed on his other shoulder, and both hands tightened around the young man.

“Ugh… Good heavens… And what would the effects be, assuming someone had sex pheromones?” Kevin asked again.

“Mmm… sniff… disinhibition… high levels of lust… sniff… intense mating urges… mmmm… the effects may vary depending on the victim… by the way… sniff… what’s this all about? You said it was a problem…”

“I… I… I have to go.”

As if his spider-sense had activated, Kevin took flight faster than he ever had in his life, breaking free from the teacher so abruptly that his shirt tore slightly.

He left, but not before hearing Amanda calling out to him eagerly in the distance.

“Wait, come back, Kevin, don’t go. I want to keep talking to you.”