7 School Days

Some days have passed since the beginning of the school year. I'm delighted that Director Weems has assigned me my own room with a captivating view of the lake behind the school. Despite the picturesque setting, classes have become rather monotonous, especially since Grandma has already covered all the stuff, leaving me dozing off at my desk.

Luckily, Olivia and I are in the same class, but attempting to strike up a conversation with her has proven challenging. She appears introverted, preferring to stand simply near me and observe the surroundings. I've tried initiating conversations, but she simply watches me meekly and nods obediently.

At least I've learned that she is a Shapeshifter. Now, I want her more than before. Can you imagine being intimate with someone who can change their appearance to whoever you want? Heheheh

I discovered this during our first class, where we had to introduce ourselves and share a bit about our abilities. I revealed that I am a psychic healer. This disclosure gained me a lot of popularity, and in the minds of many girls, and sadly also boys, I became the perfect boyfriend. Healers are a rarity in our society, and they are highly esteemed. Having them as your husband/wife automatically elevates you to a noble status in our society.

Why not disclose my spatial talent? Well, you see, I'm not fond of drama. If I were to reveal that my skill allows me to destroy or conceal things, it would inevitably raise suspicions if something were to happen. Being a healer, on the other hand, earns popularity without the associated complications. After all, healers are seen as friends to everyone, capable only of doing good things.

Talking about doing good things, I'm currently in class with my head on my desk, casually observing my shoes out of sheer boredom, while my desk mate Olivia is probably taking diligently notes. As I look around, Olivia's shoes catch my eye. Taking it a step further, I observe her uniform, a stylish combination of a purple striped blazer and a long skirt, resembling something straight out of the series. It goes well with her purple hair and eyes.

Out of curiosity, I touched her skirt to check if the fabric matches my pants. Amidst this investigative touch, a palpable shift occurs – a barely perceptible tremor in her form, that doesn't escape my notice.

I shifted my gaze toward her, curiosity and questions written all over my face, but she seemed to be ignoring my actions. However, a subtle blush betrayed a hint of awareness, adding a layer of ambiguity to the situation.

Why is she blushing? Ohhh…my hands are on her thighs.

Is she tacitly granting me free rein, all the while appearing to ignore my presence? Well, in that case, don't mind me.

With a mischievous grin playing on my lips, I gently traced circles on her thigh with my fingers, occasionally adding a playful squeeze, attempting to obtain a reaction from her stoic yet blushing face.

As time inches forward, I summon increasing courage, gently guiding my fingers upward. 

With each carefully placed movement, I feel her body tense, and her breath quickens—creating a subtle symphony of rapid inhales and heavy exhales—a testament to her growing eagerness and anticipation.

Her body subtly leans forward, as if trying to gently narrow the gap between my fingers and her pussy.

My focus on scaling the top is so intense that I remain oblivious to the bell signaling the break.

Now, I am mere millimetres away from her crotch, able to feel the warmth emanating from it. Mentally preparing for the next step, I am interrupted with a sudden, "Howdy roomie!'"

I nearly jumped out of my seat as someone entered the class screaming. Who dares to disturb me? I feel a surge of frustration, contemplating some revenge for having ruined my moment!

Enid runs over, happily joining us, and casually sits on my desk with her round buttocks near my face. While she begins to chat with Olivia about trivial things, I examine her perfectly shaped buttocks closely, hmmm this time I will let it slide.

Speaking about Enid, I discovered that she is one year older than me, which means that Wednesday will visit the school next year. Another discovery is that Olivia and Enid are roommates. That means Olivia will be leaving Nevermore in a year because, in the series, Wednesday was the roommate of Enid. I must see if I can somehow influence her to stay here. Perhaps she went away because her parents returned to Japan. Oh, yeah, she told me she is Japanese, and that gained a lot of plus points in my mind, ehhh… motive is unknown.

Enid, though older and attending different classes, has been friendly and inclusive towards me. She strolls into my class with the excuse to speak with her roommate, but she gives sometimes furtive glances at me. She even sits with us in the canteen and begins to talk about everything. She even expressed interest in interviewing me for her blog due to my popularity as a healer and my gorgeousness. 

She also shared with us the rumors circulating about Olivia, suggesting that she was sent by my supposedly powerful family to protect me due to my perceived weakness as a healer. While other rumors speculated that she gained my favoritism by selling her body to me. Sadly, neither are true.

These rumors likely arise from the fact that Olivia is consistently by my side, accompanying me everywhere. These speculations have also caused Olivia some trouble, as many girls attempt to befriend her in the hope of finding a way to speak with me.

I even asked Olivia if she wanted me to debunk all these gossips, but she replied that she doesn't mind. I don't understand if she's simply timid or if she uses me as a shield against other boys who harass her due to her beauty and talent.

Speaking about other boys, I also received a bit of hatred because of Olivia. She is very beautiful, and with her timid and obedient character, many boys want her. There was even a random teenager attempting to "save" Olivia from my clutches, causing unnecessary drama. Speaking of hating drama...

After that incident, the guy ended up in the hospital with missing teeth and a broken nose, having fallen strangely from the stairs. I am not cruel, but if you assault me or flirt with my prey, I will happily send you to the hospital.

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Author Note: 

I don't know whether to portray Olivia as a manipulative character or madly in love...

See you Friday.