Ch 11 - Bright morning (18+(kind off))

Literature is an interesting subject, but too vague for Jonathan's taste. Everyone understands the book in their own way, in the same sentence one person sees the author's joke, and the other one harsh truth about his self . Quite often, even the whole essence of the Book is understood in different ways, for someone a detective novel can be just an interesting story, and for someone a step-by-step instructions for committing crimes, murders for example. Johnny respected American or any other literature, but he did not like to share his impressions of what he read. The book that was discussed in class, guy had already read a long time ago, a work about the "Great Depression", for his taste was too politically licked, it was written about hunger and economic problems and how a great nation coped with all this, he also found in it a description of the ideal moment for the rise of organized crime among minorities and it's just a time of chaos, general insanity, violence, baseness and lawlessness. Like the Middle Ages, only people were not cut each other with swords for the glory of a lord or king, but with knives and pistols for mere pennies, food or a workplace.

- "Well, whatever, sharing thoughts about the content of this book is kind of creepy, the text seems to be about all the good, against all the bad, the characters are kind and decent, but if you look between the lines, at that time a fierce madness was happening all over the country. I'd rather just keep doing my important things. "

Thinking in this way, Johnny carefully folded the last corner of the paper shuriken.

Minutes of classes dragged on, Miss Smith periodically asked classmates questions on the topic of discussion. Pamela, sometimes watching John openly freaking out, couldn't help but smile at his childishness. She could not have imagined that until recently, the always serious and detached guy hides behind his screen of equanimity such a side of his character. It was even cute in her eyes.

When a bored guy saw a peaceful smile on Pamela's face, he immediately decided to distract her from the boredom of a tedious discussion, carefully and accurately launching a shuriken into flight, he hit the pencil with which she was making notes. The girl froze for a few seconds, turned to the slacker ninja and saw him making incomprehensible gestures and signs, after which, 8 paper stars appeared in his arms which were crossed in front of his chest, one between each finger.

- This is my secret ninja art, bend down a dummy student and I will guide you along the path of a real Shinobi.

John spoke in a mysterious and audible voice only to Pam, portraying an old master, continuing to pose with origami in his hands. At this point, the girl's patience broke, she picked up the projectile launched at her and threw it back to the sender with all her might, hitting Johnny right in the forehead with a dense paper instrument. A loud slap sound flew through the classroom, from the contact of the flat surface of the shuriken and the forehead of the guy, attracting the attention of both students and teacher. Pamela, bent over the desk, restrained the laughter bursting out of her with her hand, and the ninja, caught off guard, diligently pretended that he had not heard anything and was generally focused on the topic of the lesson, there was only one problem, against the background of his stone face, the paper proof stuck in his long hair, betrayed the culprit of what had happened.

- Mr. Vic, as I can see, you have been following the course of our discussion very closely, maybe you want to share your thoughts on this?

- No need, Miss Smith, this is a very fascinating book, and you explained its contents so excitingly that I was as focused as possible on your words, please continue the lesson.

The teacher approached John's desk, bent down, giving the guy an excellent overview of the space, it is not clear when she unbuttoned two shirt buttons, behind which a pattern of black and translucent underwear peeked out, stretched out her hand to his head, as if by accident, gently touching his face and with a smooth movement took out the stuck creation of paper art, and then pulled away. Silently assessing how the guy's gaze stuck to the object of her feminine pride of the fourth size.

- Stay after class, Mr. Vic, let's talk about your behavior during class. And don't try to run away, as far as I remember, you still have the sixth lesson under my guidance, unless of course you want to stay for a couple of hours after school, as a punishment.

After a little reprimand to Jonathan, Lavender turned around and, swaying her hips, covered with a thick fabric of a long and narrow skirt, returned to her desk. At the sight of such actions, the guy swallowed full-length saliva, cursing the seductive teacher in his mind. It's good that Pamela is busy restraining her giggling, not seeing his reaction to the teacher's behavior and body.

Quickly writing a few words on a piece of paper from a notebook, John handed her a note with another joke, keeping the most serious face of a samurai that was going to his death.

"I will avenge my lost warrior's honor."

What caused another fit of laughter from a pretty classmate.

The time until the end of the lesson flew by unnoticed for the guy, but the minutes spent playing shinobi gave the teenager unexpected advantages.

[Ding.

A new passive skill has been acquired.]

# Name: Jonathan Wilson Vic

Type: Human / Mutant (+)

Class: -

Level: 1-0

Strength: 10

Dexterity: 11

Endurance: 11

Intelligence: 45

Luck: 45

Performance Points: 10

Store Glasses: 750

Skills: Gamer's body; Gamer's Mind; Super nerves; Limitless optimization; Poison resistance (initial); Nimble fingers.

- "Oh cool, I completely forgot about yesterday's skill, and today I got another one, life is good. We need to understand them in more detail."

[Poison resistance is one of the most necessary abilities for novice travelers, completely neutralizes weak poisons and alcohol (optional), increases resistance to stronger poisonous substances. Now you won't die as a bitchass loser.]

[Dexterous fingers are a useful skill for pickpockets, magicians and people whose work is related to small metrics and sleight of hand. Cheating at cards, showing tricks and cutting pockets or people becomes easier. The female representatives will appreciate your skills.]

- "It is good skills for a start, at my level, every additional skill, even the most seemingly insignificant, is already a good acquisition."

The lesson came to an end, the children were packing their things, and the classroom was gradually emptying. Pamela was one of the last to leave the room, not forgetting to pat John sympathetically on the shoulder and show a malicious smile, knowing that nothing serious would happen to the guy. Just think, he was messing around in class, they'll give a lecture, shake their finger and let him go. John could only sigh at such actions and show his girlfriend the standard middle finger, which is why the malevolent pretty girl only stretched her lips more in a victorious smile and left, waving goodbye.

Left alone with the beautiful Lavender, Jonathan, already realizing that the teacher had her eye on him, remained calm. In the eyes of the woman, the desire to possess his body was clearly traced, judging by recent actions, she already has a plan to achieve her goal and she will stick to it.

Sitting on the edge of her desk and unbuttoning the third button on her shirt, the woman beckoned Johnny closer to her, with an elegant movement of her index finger with dark purple nails .

- Come closer, Mr. Vic, we need to discuss your behavior at school in general. Yesterday I turned a blind eye to your offense in the hallway, but today you broke the rules in my lesson and I won't be able to do it again. Take a chair, sit down opposite and we'll talk.

-Very well, Miss Smith.

- You can call me just Lavender, especially after what I learned yesterday about your, let's say, tastes.

After fulfilling Lavender's request, John sat down on a chair just a meter away from her. His back was turned towards the entrance of the room, covering the lower half of the beautiful body of a twenty-six-year-old lady. She was already drawing out the next sentence with a completely different intonation and tone. The words were full of pleasure, seduction and a kind of playfulness, like the purring of a cat while playing with a mouse.

- And what should I do with you, Johnny, I think now I can call you that, while we're alone.

- I don't know miss.

- And I also noticed how you were staring at my breasts, for sure you wanted to do the same with me as with the girl on the cover of your vulgar magazine.

- I have no idea what you're talking about Lavender.

Jonathan decided to respond with the same weapon, the tone and timbre of his voice sent a whole herd of goosebumps on a journey down the back, trying to seduce this devil. This game can be played together, an adult thought under the guise of a teenager. Thus starting a short game of staring between the teacher and the student.

- Do you have any ideas about my punishment?

- From a part, but a bad boy like you might like my methods.

- Do you think so? Why not check it out in practice, and not beat around the bush?

The challenge in the words of the guy spurred the predatory nature of the adult seductress. Lavender settled herself more comfortably on the table, took off one of the shoes from her beautiful leg, smoothly walked it along the inner surface of John's leg, stopping a few moments from touching his secret weapon and returned the foot back to the area near the knee. Continuing her game, she stroked the inner surface of the guy's thigh with her leg wrapped in black tights, without taking her eyes off his face, hoping to see changes on it.

On the outside, John remained unperturbed, but inside he had already cursed himself hundreds of times for the stupidity that led him to this situation. The task clearly says not to be a victim of a puma, and he is very close to it now. He urgently needs to seize the initiative in their preliminary marriage dance, otherwise his willpower will end sooner than he would like, and the playful lady will find out what Johnny is hiding under narrowed jeans.

Raising an eyebrow questioningly, as if asking if this is all she is capable of, the guy intercepted the leg of Lavender, launching a retaliatory attack in search of erogenous zones. He exactly repeated the actions of the woman, only her reaction was brighter. When John climbed high enough, in the process stroking and kneading the elastic thigh of Miss Smith, he found out that the tights turned out to be stockings, and a long pencil skirt hid this fact from the outside eye. Having risen a little higher along the inside of her legs, the guy felt all the softness of her silk skin, it whispered to him to rise a little more, reaching the lady's secret place, and the moisture and warmth that he felt a dozen centimeters from the goal clearly hinted that this desire was mutual. Repeating her actions, Jonathan allowed his big, hot and rough palm to continue walking to her knee and back, playing with Lavender just like she had with him recently. Grinning cheekily at the expectant expression on her face.

-You've lost to Miss Smith, from what I can see.

-We haven't decided that yet, John.

- Your heavy breathing and a copious stain on the underwear says something else entirely.

When Miss Smith was about to answer the cheeky guy, the door to the classroom opened and a thirty-year-old physical education teacher and looked inside. There have been rumors around the school for a long time that this bully dreams of getting under the skirt of an English and literature teacher. Exactly where John's hand was.

- Hi Lavender, I wanted to invite you to lunch. But I see you're busy, should I come back later?

The woman's heart was beating even faster, if her student's back wasn't so wide, then the physical teacher would have already seen her upturned skirt, stockings and underwear. The scandal for the whole town was very close. Out of surprise, she clenched her legs, thereby pinching Jonathan's hand just a centimeter from her forbidden garden, one move and she would not be able to keep her face calm. Having caught this moment and caught the whole fountain of emotions of the young teacher, Jonathan decided to punish her for too brazen seduction during the lesson and behavior in general.

- No, sir, Miss Smith and I have already finished, I was just about to get up and leave, because the next lesson will start soon.

While saying these words, he continued to massage and knead the base of Lavender's thigh, almost touching her groin area. The expression of the eyes with which the girl looked at Johnny was priceless, anger, fear, pleasure, expectation and panic, replaced each other with incredible speed.

- No! Jonathan Vic, you're not going to get off so easily after your prank. You will stay after classes for a week.

- What did this kid do? Lavender, maybe I should talk to him, since he doesn't respect you as a teacher?

Dick Thompson, who worked as a physical education teacher, asked, intending to go deeper into the room. Pretty much scared the young teacher with his actions.

- No, no, Mr. Thompson, no, he was just fooling around during class folding origami. You don't need to talk to him, especially since the call is coming soon, we'll meet later. I'm going to let Mr. Vic go soon, I'm almost done telling him off.

- Okay, you can consider yourself lucky kid. I'll see you on the lunch break, Miss Smith.

Having finished with a slight threat to John, the man said goodbye and walked out the door.

As soon as the door slammed shut, and lavender calmed down and relaxed her legs, Johnny pulled the elastic strap on the inside of her thigh, which held together two elements of Lavender underwear, and let it go. Miss Smith let out a strangled moan of pain and pleasure, after a loud click, because during the conversation with another teacher, her excitement only increased.

John got up from his chair, turned Lavender around with her back to him, continuing to squeeze her thigh, bent his head to her ear whispering sweet threats.

- Don't play with me Lavender, it was just a warning. I absolutely don't care what people think about me, of course I won't tell anyone what a bad teacher you are, but I won't hide in corners or thin out. If you think it's easy to seduce me and then pretend that nothing happened, then you're wrong. Believe me, dear Miss Smith, once you jump on this train, you won't get off just like that.

Raising his hand a little higher, stroking the wet cleavage on the woman's underwear with his middle finger, he continued to whisper in her ear, sometimes biting the lobe.

- You will only be mine and it would be better for you to be ready for what I will do with you. After all, as you noticed from the porn in my locker, I have a lot of fantasies, I am young and hardy , and you are a very attractive woman.

After that, he gently rubbed the pearl hiding behind the cloth with two fingers and lightly pinched it. This was enough for Lavender Smith to reach the peak, her legs weakened from cramps and she, breathing heavily, hung like a dead weight in the arms of Jonathan, who gently sat her down on a chair.

- Think carefully about my words and let me know your answer when you decide. Rest up, you lost today, but I liked your attempts. See you in English, La van der.

Finishing his speech, the ladies' man, held the girl's chin for direct contact of views.

It's time to leave, there is still a whole day ahead, which will not be as bright as the morning. Closing the door behind him, Jonathan whistled along the half-empty corridor towards the next class.

- "Hmm, it turned out well, apparently this is also my ninja way."

Somewhere in a parallel world, a white-haired man who watched hot springs and wrote books of dubious content felt a stingy tear roll down his cheek.