Must Read: HERO (A Violence, Mind Control And sex Story) - Season 1 - Episode 59

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Must Read: HERO (A Violence, Mind Control And sex Story) - Season 1 - Episode 59

Tony is wearing large thick glasses that make his eyes seems very small. John is rather heavyset, and
Phillip’s acne is so bad, his face looks more like
the surface of the moon, than anything else.
None of them are popular, but then again, neither
am I.
Professor Jane asks us practice questions,
and I let the other three answer most of them,
trying to keep my voice from affecting our Prof. I do answer a number of questions
when the others are stumped, but try to be as
quiet as possible, constantly monitoring Prof.
Jane’s ‘horny’ switch. When none of us
knows the answer, our coach goes over the
math problem with us.

During the practice, I decide to help out my fellow
teammates. As I had done for Mrs. Stilinski, I turn
up John’s metabolism, and then turned down
Phillip’s acne and try to regenerate his skin, but
that switch won’t form. For Tony, I adjust his
eyesight a little, not wanting to cause him any
stress if his eyes suddenly work, and his glasses
fail. I figure if I work with him slowly over time,
it’ll work out best.
Practice is over before I know it. I’m walking out
of the room, when Prof. Jane stops me.
“Mr Smith, stay for a moment, will you? I want to talk to
you about your performance.”
Uh-oh.
I turn around, and sit back in the chair I’d used
while she drilled us on her math equations.

Professor Jane
sits on the edge of her desk, and crosses her
legs. Taking her large glasses off of her nose, she
sticks one earpiece in her mouth as she looks at
me. The silence seems to drag on, and I start
fidgeting in my seat, wondering what will happen
next. I can feel my palms grow sweaty, as I try
to consider the possibilities.
Have I talked too much? I honestly tried not to. I
check her ‘horny’ switch and it is turned up, but
not extremely so.
“You need to have more confidence in yourself,”
she tells me, finally breaking the silence. She takes
a deep breath, and I watch as one of the buttons
on her shirt looks perilously close to snapping,
and freeing her b0s0m. I can easily make out the
lacy white bra underneath. I have no doubt that
her students have enjoyed her outfit today. For
only a small moment, I’m jealous of her other
students, but immediately know I’m being
foolish.
“More confidence?” I ask dumbly, my mind
unable to switch gears.
“Yes. I know how smart you are, Nick. You knew
every one of those questions that the others got,
but you waited to answer. This is a competition,
and the quickest one to answer, gets the points.
You need to have more faith in yourself, and
answer sooner. Don’t hesitate. Take what you
want, and damn the consequences. . .”

She trails off, and suddenly I’m wondering if
we’re still talking about the math team. She gives
herself a little shake, and then continues talking.
“Our first competition is after the holiday break.
Do you think you can work on your confidence
in that period?”
I nod, still not wanting to talk too much.
Apparently that was the wrong thing to do.
“See, that’s what I’m talking about. Don’t just nod
at me; Tell me your answer,” she demands in a
tone that brooks no argument.
“Yes, professor,” I say, trying to sound confidant.
“Yes, what?” She is making me talk more and
more, and with each word, I can feel her ‘wet
pvssy’ switch move, and gradually her ‘horny’
switch is moving as well.
“Yes, I will work on my confidence.” I try to say it
quietly, yet confidently. I failed.
“I can’t hear you,” she coos, and I wonder what
is going through her mind.

Fvck it! “I WILL BE MORE CONFIDANT,” I nearly
scream, and she smiles pleasantly.
“Do I intimidate you?” This question completely
throws me off.
“I-intimidate me?” I ask, flustered.
“I don’t see you with girls or even a girlfriend. I
know what other students think of me. I’d have
to be blind to miss all the stares I get. So, I’ll ask
you again: do I intimidate you?”
She doesn’t see me with girls? If only she knew
what the last week has been like for me! I can’t tell
HER that, of course.
“You are attractive, Professor Jane,” I hedge,
not sure where she’s going with this, “but I think
I do alright with the girls.”
“Do you have a girlfriend?” The question almost
sounds more like an accusation, than a curiosity.
I think about Stephanie, but she had made it clear
we are just REALLY good friends. Tina will say
yes if I ask her, I know, but I’m not ready to
commit to her.

“No,” I finally answer, hearing the sullen tone in
my voice, and cursing myself for it.
She is chewing her earpiece again, as she gives
me a penetrating stare. I wonder if all women
practice that look, or if it just comes naturally to
them.
“We’re going to try a little experiment,” Janet tells
me, and I have a bad feeling about where this
might be going.