BIG BALLS

Parking my car in the garage, I grabbed my backpack from the passenger seat and got out.

It was the day to hopefully accomplish what I had failed to do the day before.

I was confident that my plan was going to work and if it didn't, I might have to resort to corrupting Greg and Liam by putting big booty bitches in their path so that she has no other guy in consideration for boyfriend material other than me.

Speaking of big booty bitches, readers, are you an ass or tits believer?

I'm a firm believer in a voluptuous ass that your finger sinks into when you squeeze it, but a nice pair of tits, real ones, not plastic ones — oo it's making me hard just thinking about it.

Hold up readers, let me go beat the chicken real quick.

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Alright, I'm back. And yes, I washed my hands. I'm a degenerate, not a hobo.

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As soon as I stepped into the school building, eyes followed me around. It was a common occurrence because my status was something that everyone desired to have a taste of.

The girls wanted the bags and shoes I could give them. The boys wanted to leech off of my success and hope that girls would gravitate in their direction just for being associated with me.

They all had their own selfish desires but none of them dared approached me lightly because I was also a terrifying person.

At the beginning of the school year, before I had taken over Alexander's body, this dude got on his nerve for not leaving him alone so the next day, he came to school wearing a cast on his right arm.

His father lost his job and his mother's old amateur porn videos were leaked and shared with the school.

Everybody knew that it was Alexander who caused all of these things to happen but no one dared to speak of it out loud.

As soon as I stepped into class, it was like everyone in the room expected something to happen. It was like a guarantee that if you were to bet on it, 99 times out of 100, it would happen.

This was the 1 out of 100 that it didn't.

They all expected me to walk over to Isabella and interrupt her conversation with Ava, her best friend. This was what I do every day to the point that it was like the sky being blue, night following day, fire being hot, and gravity pulling objects down.

Everyone looked away and resumed their conversation.

I took a step forward, Isabella's head was turned away from me because she sat in the front of the class and I had entered from the back.

Ava saw me walk towards them and she rolled her eyes. She continued speaking but she was expecting to be interrupted at any moment.

Halfway across the room, I stopped and sat down in my assigned seat.

Ava's eyes bulged and she blinked a thousand times in a second; she couldn't believe what she was seeing.

"Ava? Something wrong?" asked Isabella, confused at her friend's reaction.

Before she could turn around and our eyes meet, I laid my head down on the desk and activated my cheat.

Isabella turned her head around and scanned the room before noticing something unusual. There was a seat in the classroom that was never occupied at this time of the day.

The person sitting in that seat was never there; he was always by her side, annoying her, causing her to feel like she was being tormented to the point of wondering if she should change schools.

He followed her around whenever he could, asking her out on dates which she always declined, complimenting her outfits, and her hair, making her feel as though she was being toyed with.

No matter how many times she rejected him, no matter how hard she tried to push him away, he always stuck to her like gum on the sole of her shoe.

This was always the case and yet, at this time of the day, even without the teacher present in the room, the person who followed her around was seated at his desk, taking a nap even though she was in the room a few rows in front of him.

Isabella made this face as though she had just bit into something nasty. Before she could get too lost in her own thoughts, her best friend interrupted her.

"Bella," she called her name.

Snapping out of it, Isabella turned to Ava and asked, "What's up?"

"I... I don't know. You were just making this strange face."

"Was I?" she asked with a smile, erasing the evidence from her face in an instant.

"I... I guess I saw wrong."

The two of them continued their conversation but every few seconds, their eyes looked in my direction.

Ava looked confused and was clearly tempted to get up and ask me why I wasn't interrupting them but stopped herself because the question was dumb.

Isabella on the other hand knew the reason why I was deviating from my usual schedule. She nodded her head and told herself that it was a good thing and that she was relieved to finally have this weight off her shoulders.

She was finally free from me.

And yet, she continued to look back at me, her eyes gazing at my jet-black hair.

It wasn't just these two who were feeling mixed emotions. Everyone else in the classroom was confused and was wondering what was going on.

I see the gears in their head turning. I see the theories forming in their mind.

An argument. A firm rejection finally getting through. Giving up because I realized it was futile. I was just tired because I was up working late.

I was working yesterday but it was in the bed, not at the office.

Everyone had something they wanted to say, questions they wanted to ask but they couldn't. The student with the broken arm and a broken family was a reminder to keep their mouth shut regarding me as long as I was in their vicinity.

When the teacher entered the room, I turned off my cheat and sat up.

In my peripheral, I saw that Isabella was looking at me. She quickly turned around, not wanting to meet my gaze but when she noticed that I didn't turn my head in her direction, she looked back at me with an expression that was akin to a girlfriend who couldn't believe that her boyfriend broke up with her.

Why was she making that expression? She was the one that pushed me away. She was the one that wanted me to keep my distance and leave her alone.

All I'm doing is granting her wishes. Why isn't she happy about it?

My plan was working.

Is it a little fucked up that I'm emotionally manipulating this girl into getting what I want?

Yes, but readers, come on — don't tell me you feel sorry for her.

Don't be. Once she falls victim to the feeling of ecstasy and bliss that my penis brings to her, you'll feel happy for her.

"How about it Alexander? You're in your seat without me having to tell you to get in your seat," said the teacher who looked proud of herself as if she was the one who accomplished this.

Just like the novels with a rich and powerful villain getting in the way of the main couple's romance, there are always adults that prevent the villain from abusing his powers at school.

The science teacher, Ms. Ramirez, who taught the first class of the day which Isabella and I shared, was one of those adults.

She had big balls.

Although I was powerful enough to ruin her entire life on a whim, she protected Isabella by treating me like a regular student even though regular was the last thing I was.

She was essentially the cockblock that will keep Isabella a pure virgin until she got together with Liam.

It was also in character for the obsessed Alexander to not punish Ms. Ramirez for overstepping her "boundaries" simply because of the fact that she was Isabella's favorite teacher and someone who she openly admires.

He didn't want to risk ruining their already ruined relationship by messing with someone that Isabella cared about.

It was honestly impressive how big the leash that Isabella had on Alexander. If I never transmigrated into his body, I could already see him falling victim to the cliche of committing crimes in order to get revenge on Liam who stole his "girl" but is eventually caught and arrested for them.

After that, happy ever after for the main couple who goes on to marry and have children while Alexander rots in prison.

Readers, aren't you tired of that bullshit?

That's why I'm here. I'm like a superhero here to save the day and get the chick.

Fuck those future children that were meant to be born. The only children she'll have now are from me.

And I promise I'm doing all of this because I'm trying to escape my curse. I'm definitely — definitely not motivated at all by her perfect tits that looked like they would fit perfectly in my hands and her ass that looked like it would be tasty to take a bite of.

Goddamnit! Just speaking about it is making me horny again.

Should I go jerk off again? No. No. I'm not a loser who can't control my impulses.

Breathe. In. Out.

Phew.

Breathe. In. Out.

Phew.

Alright, let's resume with the story. I'm going to ignore the fact that my pants are about to rip because my rock-hard dick is trying to stab through the fabric.

The class went on as usual and because I kept my focus on the teacher and the lesson, I didn't notice whether or not Isabella kept looking at me or not.

I felt glares in my direction but since the entire classroom was looking at me, I couldn't differentiate whether or not it came from her.

Ava was less obvious about it and whenever she had the opportunity, she turned and faced directly at me. Since the promise I made didn't include her, I looked right at her and watched as the confusion on her face grew to the point that it was palpable.

Palpable. That's a pretty big word. Sheesh. Look at me go.

"Alex, I heard you didn't talk to Bella once today," said Nathaniel who threw his arm around my shoulder.

"Good morning, Nate. Isn't it too early in the day to be listening to gossip?" I asked. "Hey, Liv."

Two of my close friends had snuck up behind me one at a time while I was grabbing my textbook for my next class.

As expected of someone who didn't like lowlives noting including Isabella trying to make a come-up using him, all of Alexander's friends were also rich albeit not as much as him.

These two, Nathaniel and Olivia, were both children from rich households.

"Morning Alex. Is it true that you—"

"Liv, don't tell me you're also interested in the gossip?" I asked.

"Obviously. You've been obsessed with this girl for a year now and you've finally gone an entire hour in her presence without talking or looking at her. I need answers. Is it true? Yes or no?" she asked.

I looked at the two, scoffed, then sighed. "Yes. Yes, it's true."

At my answer, Nate practically fainted and was caught by Liv who used one arm to pull him back to his feet.

"Did the Sun rise from the North today?" asked Nate.

"No but my fist will rise to your face if you don't stop embarrassing me," I said as a hundred pair of eyes were looking in our direction.

Ears were also opened wide, listening in on whatever it was we were saying.

This was exactly the sort of reaction I was expecting the school to have.

I could only imagine how much worse it was for Isabella who didn't have the luxury of being a rich powerful bastard who no one dared to gossip directly in front of because they feared what he was going to do to them.