Attempt to seduce her, I guess?

So, do it like you did with Shelly?

Well, that's easier said than done. With Shelly, that was a complete fluke. You didn't even know you were in a dream. How in the world are you going to convince Miss Cardigan, a strict no nonsense teacher, to have sex with you?

Bella Cardigan was a long raven haired woman in her early thirties. She's not exactly any taller than you, but the sheer weight of her glares forces any man to lower themselves beneath her. She has an average C cup breast size, and also an amazing hourglass shape figure, with hips that were sculpted to be perfect for birthing children. Her eyes are brown, but sometimes in a certain angle, it can end up looking like it was a glowing yellow color.

Her fetishes include passionate sex with romantic tension, with scented candles. She also likes men with European accents since they sound more-

Wait a minute, how the hell would you know what her fetishes are?

Plus, passionate sex and romantic tension? Scented candles??? You never figured she would be the type.

Is this part of the dream world Labyrinth power thing?

"John, if you don't need anything else from me, I suggest you should go home. I'm sure you'll figure out how to complete your assignment before it's due." Miss Cardigan said, bringing your attention to reality again. Or at least, what's currently considered reality.

Okay player, think fast! If you can turn your sister from a slightly huffy and condescending big sister into a pervert who steals underwear from her own little brother, you can melt your strict teacher into a lovesick puppy.

Besides, this is just a dream. It's not like she's gonna take anything too seriously from this once she wakes up, right?

...

Right?

"Um... Miss Cardigan. Can I actually stick around for a bit?"

She looks up from her work with an annoyed look, "And why do you need to do that?"

Romantic type... Okay, romantic, romantic, think romantic.

"I just... I'm sorry. I didn't want you to be lonely, is all." You said in a sad and pitying tone.

"L... Lonely? What do you mean?" She seems caught off guard by this.

Honestly, so were you. Where the hell did her being 'lonely' come from? If anything, she always seemed like she wanted to be alone.

"Well... Sometimes... I can't help but feel like you don't have anyone to talk to, you know? You always look so sad... So I thought maybe you'd like some company? Someone to talk to and tell how your day was?" You lean against a desk, giving sad eyes to her.

"Oh..." She coughed, readjusting her glasses before saying, "I appreciate the thought, John. But, I assure you that I'm fine."

What she did next actually surprised you, since it was something you never expected to see in your life. She gave you an appreciative smile. Only briefly though. She returned to her professional persona almost instantly.

"I am quite busy with work, so I don't have any time to waste. You don't need to worry about me, just your grades."

"Are you actually busy with work? Are you really?" You asked, stepping up to her desk, "Or are you just finding a way to distract yourself so that you don't have to focus on how you feel?"

She paused for a moment, before glaring at you, "I don't like what you're insinuating."

You stepped back, and looked away in shame, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to be blunt, I just... I don't want you to be depressed. Your health is really important to me as a student."

She seemed speechless. Looking at her work and then looking back at you, her glare softened before she took her glasses off and set her paper aside. "Alright, I guess it's fine to humor you. I needed a break anyhow."

HOLY SHIT, WHAT?! What the hell did you just do?! You were acting like some suave smooth motherfucker from some sappy soap opera drama!

Hell yeah! This was easier than you thought!

And so time passes, and the two of you talked to eachother for what seemed like hours and hours. You weren't exactly sure how long time has passed, since the clocks in the dream world are kinda wonky. Like, you can see the numbers and the needles, but everytime you moved your eyes even a millimeter away, the needles change place and the numbers get rearranged. Yet, you know for a fact that it's the evening. Or at least, it's the evening in Miss Cardigans dream world.

Once you got Miss Cardigan talking, it was like opening an overstuffed can of beans. She suddenly starting spilling out her life story and all of her troubles and woes, exposing every vulnerability she had and laying it bare for you to see.

You're starting to see her in a completely new light, now that you understand her better.

She's been having issues with a sort of depression in her life. Her first two relationships from back when she was a teenager ended in failure as both the boys she dated had cheated on her for the same exact girl. A romantic rival she had to face since high school and college. Ever since then, she's been having relationship and trust issues. She wants to find a good man to fall in love with and marry, but most men who suit her personal tastes aren't very attracted to her because her overbearing personality. It's something she can't help, whenever she feels emotional, she just gets a bit paranoid and overdoes her attempts to maintain a stable relationship. She's always scared that they might leave her for someone else. Someone more desirable.

The stress of her job keeps her mind off of the fact that she's lonely and wants love. As long as she has something to focus on, she doesn't have to worry about finding a man before she hits her peak and become too old for anyone to find her desirable.

It's an honestly sad life story, and you felt like you resonated with her to a degree.

You sat there in your seat as Bella sat on top of your desk, with you being completely enraptured from her life story.

"It honestly makes me feel a bit relieved to get this out of my chest. I've never been able to talk about this with others before." She chuckled, wiping a tear from her eyes. She then puts the ear piece of her glasses in her mouth, a habit you learned about her that she has whenever she feels comfortable and at ease. "You probably think I'm pretty pathetic."

"Not at all. I'm really glad you decided to share everything with me. It's nice to get to know the real you." You said, smiling at her.

She smiles back, before looking away self-deprecatingly, "Still, there's probably little that I can do to fix any of my problems. I drew the short straw in life. I suppose I'm just... destined to grow up an old lonely hag with no husband or family to call my own. Them's the break when you're as undesirable as me."

Hearing that broke something inside of you. You don't know why, but you feel overwhelmingly emotional for some reason.

You suddenly stand up, nearly startling the teacher off your desk.

"You're completely wrong, you know." You told her, "You're not undesirable. I think you're a really attractive woman, one of the most attractive I've ever known in my life."

She glanced at you, before chuckling and waving you away, "I'm flattered to hear that John... But I know you're just saying that to make me feel better. I know most men don't want-"

"Most men are fucking idiots!" You shouted.

She stopped, staring at you with complete shock, speechless to say anything in response.

"I'm serious, Miss Cardigan. You are a wonderful woman. Really really wonderful." You softened your tone and reassured her, "The only reason you think otherwise is because you keep chasing after superficial asshats that only want you for a quick lay and nothing more, when in reality, any real man would be head over heels for you if they only understood who you really are."

"I... You..."

You noticed Bella was nearly about to fall off of the desk, so you caught her before she landed, leaving you in a very interesting position with you above her as you held her in your arms.

"Hell, if I was born ten years ago and met you today, I would have fallen in love with you." You told her, wiping a strand of her hair away.

"Abeughesfaguh-" She stuttered, her face completely red and eyes wider than dinner plates.

"Yeah... I would definitely want to have a life with you..." You gave her your most charming smile, unconsciously leaning close.

She leaned in as well, completely breathless as her eyes closed half-lidded.

*BRING DING DING DING DING DING*

"Sorry John, but times up." The other John appeared behind her.

"Wait, what?" Bella snapped out of her haze and looked around in panic, "No wait, please! Things were just getting good!"

"What's happening?! John?!" You asked, equally as panicked as her.

"She set her alarm clock to wake up earlier than you. She's a teacher after all." He explained, "Don't worry, she's just waking up. I must say, I'm actually impressed. I thought you would just fuck her and be done with it, but you actually took extra steps to start and secure her romantic interest. Now her feelings for you are going to be five times stronger once she wakes up."

The ringing started growing louder and the room began distorting into a hazy blob of shapes.

"John, please don't leave me..." Bella pleaded, grasping your head as if wanting to hold on to this reality. "I've never felt so happy before! I don't want to wake up!"

You placed a hand to her cheek, "This won't be the last time I see you. I swear I'll visit you again tonight! I know you must think this is just a dream, but I promise I'm real! When you see me in school, I won't remember a single thing, but I promise you, everything here is real!"

"John..."

She tried her best to place her lips on yours, but everything was already gone.

You're back in the hallways with all the doors.

"SON OF A BITCH!" You cried.

"Wow. You actually got really passionate about that." The other John exclaimed in surprise.

"I can see her again, right? The next time I go to sleep, I can visit her again?!" You asked him, **** for an answer.

"Yes! Yes, you can! Don't worry about that!" He held your shoulders and calmed you down. "Relax man. She's not dead or anything."

"Okay... Okay good...." You sighed, "I was... I was really starting to like her, you know?"

"Don't worry. She was starting to like you too, I can tell." He winked, "Pretty soon, you'll be drowning in a pool of girls by the end of the year. I'm actually better at this than I thought!"

Taking a deep breath, you sighed again and recovered your bearings. "Okay, I think I'm starting to get this now.... Let me get this straight, you want me to go through all these doors and seduce all the girls I've met in my life. That way, once I wake up, all the girls I've seduced in my dreams will fall in love with me in real life. And the goal of all this is to do... What exactly? Am I starting some kind of harem in real life?"

"Yep." He nodded.

"And I'm not allowed to remember anything in my dreams is because...?"

"To protect the secret of the labyrinth for yourself. You'll be doing all the work in your sleep, and then wake up completely clueless as to why you're suddenly so popular with girls. Not that you'll mind."

"Right... Right okay..." You wiped your forehead in thought, "And who are you again?"

He smiled and shrugged, "I'm you. You created me in order to make sure you do what you originally wanted. I'm the you that keeps all of my memories intact."

You nodded back, looking away with bewilderment.

Holy shit, this is the weirdest thing that's ever happened to you.

"Looks like it's about that time." John said as he looked at his expensive looking wrist watch. "Mom should be calling you up any minute now. You're going to want to deal with your sister soon."

"My sister? Shelly? What about her?"

"Well, let's just say you've accidentally made her completely obsessed with the smell and taste of your cock."

"Oh shit, that's right... The other two dreams..." You slapped your forehead, remembering the sex you had with her.

"**** is Wincest." John saluted, "I'll see you later tonight!"

And then you heard your mom's voice again.

"Kids! Wake up! Breakfast is ready!"

You opened your eyes and jumped out of bed, "I'm up! I'm up!"

Aw jeez, what time is it? 7:30?

Alright, time to get started on another boring school day... Man, why can't it be weekend already?