After his schemes, Anton ate lunch with a huge smile on his face, his hunger almost killing him. Without understanding, he deduced that perhaps it had something to do with his gift. Maybe something related to the quantity, or the time it was used, but still he was interrupted.
"I heard that yesterday, you looked at my girl 'Banha'!" - a tall figure, dark-skinned, wearing a tank top and sneakers that made loud noises just by scraping on the floor.
That was Sebastian, apparently Sabrina Briar's current boyfriend, the girl who usually teases our protagonist, and there she was. The scene Anton always visualized, almost every day.
The school walls, painted red, yellow, and with some blue details, the light creating a contrast with the beautiful face of the mulatto girl with curly hair, her curves accentuated by the way she wore her uniform.
That laugh, that event, everything returning as memories of his misfortune, Anton only gave a light laugh, but as it went on longer and longer, it grew louder. - Has he finally gone completely mad? - The couple wondered, and the silence of the cafeteria allowed only laughter to spread. The girl maintained her posture, her Machiavellian smile, making good use of the sides of her brown lips, however Sebastian had turned into a beast.
Delivering punches to the boy's face. Blood splattered on the cafeteria table, Anton's smile slowly fading in place. A face devoid of any expression lay on the table stained with his own blood, unconscious...
When he finally regained consciousness, he was lying in the hospital wing of his school, on a stretcher, his swollen face covered in bandages, barely able to speak. Rachel was around him, her face full of worry.
- Darling!!! You're awake!!! - She exclaimed when she noticed the open eyes of the disfigured young man lying there. Her careful embrace that followed made Anton feel many things: warmth, softness, and the scent of the woman his proud father was so proud to have by his side—at least, that's what the young man thought.
His arm quickly went around her body, and even though her face was quite bruised, the rest of her body seemed fine, without many injuries. However, everything was interrupted by the principal entering the room, opening the door abruptly.
"Excuse me, Mrs...Mitchell?"
"Ah, yes, of course," she replied, as she moved away from the boy.
"It's a pleasure to meet you," the school nurse, Mr. Oscar, greeted her while his gaze drifted to her curves, which seemed even more attractive thanks to the window through which light streamed in behind her, almost like a vision of a saint.
"R...Rac...Rachel...can...you...leave..." the boy said with great effort, noticing Oscar's predatory gaze.
- O-okay, I have to go to work...are you feeling better now?
-Y..yes...The doc...is already...here - He replied with a slight smile on his swollen face full of bandages, his voice beginning to come out more calmly.
Rachel then made the decision to leave the room, calmly thanked the nurse, and walked away while her figure was incessantly admired by the oldest man in the school.
-So, Anton...you're here again...who was it this time? - His expression completely different from before, as if it were something he had commonly had to deal with for some time.
-Se...Bas...tian... - With great effort, he manages to formulate the sentence;
-That's why you're like this...what got into you? Why did you pick a fight with him, he's twice your size and three times your strength.
-He started...dating...Sabrina... - The boy explained.
-Now it makes sense, her again...stop messing with her, you always get hurt.
Anton just turns his face away, keeping his resentment to himself, an anger that grows as he himself discovers the limits of his power, he knows he can, but he doesn't know how...
- In fact, I need to tell you that this time you're a little screwed - Oscar interrupts the boy's thoughts, who is now a little apprehensive.
-How...so...so?
- Next week, you're going to be in detention every day. Apparently, the students who were in the cafeteria said you provoked them.
In silence, Anton reflected on his actions and questioned.
- Do you know...who's going to be the detention teacher next week?
- I'd have to check the timetable here, I went last week, so... next week is...here! I found it. - Said Oscar while trying to find the text message conversation on his cell phone where the "timetable" was.
- Next week, it's with Professor Clara Thompson, I think you're in big trouble, really bad. - Hearing this, Anton's face broke into a wide smile. Even though the pain was suffocating, he still managed to gather the energy to laugh before fainting again.
When Anton regained consciousness, he was already in his father's car, who had come to pick him up. The moment he woke up, Dominguez immediately started arguing with the boy.
- 3 days of suspension, plus a whole week of detention!!! What am I going to do with you? - completely irritated, and sounding somewhat crazy while driving.
- Dad...I... - He began to form a reason, but the fear he had of his father made him stay quiet, as always.
The silence lasted until they arrived at his house. Dominguez's sweet home, the place where he was the boss, the place where the three days of torture would take place.
- ANTON! "For three days, don't even think about the internet, or even turning on your computer. You made me leave work just because of a little argument, now go to your room! And don't even think about coming back until dinnertime!" he shouted, unleashing all his anger and anguish on the young man who, faced with so many threats, remained silent.
When the clock struck 8:23 PM, he went upstairs, lay down, and even slept a little longer. In his dreams, he visualized an extremely explicit scene between him and his stepmother.
"Anton!!! Fuck me!!!" He clearly heard coming from his stepmother's mouth, and there he was, using his stepmother's most sordid parts at his pleasure, while in the corner of the room her cell phone showed a call from Dominguez.
It was so real, the soft skin, the flesh of both of them colliding, Anton's member entering Rachel's cavity, the messy bed, full of juices that came out of their bodies. Until a shrill sound woke him from his sleep.
Before he could answer, someone had already entered his room, and there she was, wearing a black t-shirt that hugged her breasts, below which were shorts that weren't too short, but still allowed a view of the plumpness of her beautiful backside, while holding a basket with some dirty clothes.
She then walked on, oblivious to the young man's presence, heading towards a small pile of dirty clothes on the floor. But it was when she heard the creaking of Anton's bed springs that she realized the young man was admiring her beauty.
"AAAAAh!" she screamed in fright, a sound that caused some neighbors to complain to the building manager, something the two only discovered a few days later.
"S...sorry?" the boy replied after the woman calmed down. Without a response, she began to approach him. "Anton, what are you doing here? I thought you were still at school," the woman asked, concerned about the young man's condition, all bruised.
When she was a step away from the boy's bed, they both noticed something between the boy's legs, and under his blanket, something was quite aroused. A bulge was easily noticeable to both of them.
Embarrassed, the woman quickly turned her attention back to the basket she had dropped on the floor, startled by the boy. When she returned to her original position, she crouched down to reach it more easily, but it was this movement that made Anton begin to capture and save that moment in his brain.
The curves were now jumping out at him; between the shorts and the black t-shirt, it was possible to see the straps of a red lace panty with patterns that resembled flowers. Noticing all the details, Anton paid close attention to the lower parts, which at that moment were even larger. It was something the young man had never seen before, not even in the erotic videos he had watched so much.
Without him noticing, his member began to grow again, reaching a point never before experienced. Without understanding what he was feeling, he got up from his bed and went to the woman.
- Oh Anton, you need to lie down— she was interrupted by the boy's member on her face, the smell of something unwashed, along with the scent of the various orgasms that had accumulated between the inside and outside of his skin. The member rested on Rachel's face, without response, nothing was said by either of them.
Anton approached, lowering himself slightly so that his face was close to hers, removing his member from the way, he soon touched the tip of his lip to the lips of the frightened woman in front of him.
-Anton...Go...GET OUT OF HERE!! - Her second scream then echoed, something that would also be heard by her neighbors, but it mattered little to Anton who finally got what he wanted.
Their mouths had met, their tongues danced, and slowly the urge to push the young man away gave way to the desire to continue that obscene act. An older woman, admired by all, was crouched with her legs open while a boy who had just turned 18, whose diminutive height, pitiful appearance and grotesque smell made him despised by everyone.
This boy seemed to be the dominant one in the relationship, looking down at the face of a female submissive to his touch.
"Her red hair looked even more beautiful when viewed from above," the boy thought, and without paying much attention, while the kiss continued, he understood a murmur among the lascivious sounds that were filling the room.
"Mm-mmm" was the only sound that was truly audible in the room, but Anton could hear something else...
"No..." Rachel's mind tried to fight against something that should have been relatively easy, but using his newly acquired skill, Anton made the situation increasingly difficult. And slowly the vows of denial became hints of carnal desire.
"I shouldn't...but..." Rachel's mind seemed to begin to deviate from its natural path, as if the wall that held her consciousness in place, like a mother the boy never had, began to crumble, and little by little the mother would fall apart, and in her place would enter the woman who desired that touch, the warmth, the fervor that her oral muscles danced with his.
"Enough!" The boy thought, now realizing that his connection was stronger than before, after all he had managed to make contact without necessarily saying anything, his mouth detached from the other, who remained with her tongue sticking out, while her emerald eyes welled up with tears, her hair showing some loose strands, including one strand that clung to the saliva on her lip.
The woman's breathing was heavy, sweat began to appear, as she tilted her neck, trying to look at the young man who was standing in front of her, his member once again above the redhead's face.
Silence filled the place as Anton devised a plan, something he could do that would bring new discoveries and also help with the current situation. He feared that the woman who was there might regain all her memories and end up telling Dominguez, which would probably ruin everything. However, a spark of hope arose.
"You don't trust Dominguez..." he prompted the woman in the trance-like state. She resisted and contradicted his point.
"I trust Dominguez, I love...Dominguez..." she replied using her own voice, revealing that she did indeed have feelings for Anton's father.
Anton, who in turn, needs to think quickly of a way to make Dominguez not suspect his lewd act with his stepmother.
- If Dominguez finds out about this, he'll hate you. - Anton proposes hiding the truth to protect the relationship between his stepmother and his father. Obviously, this would never work, but his new power made it possible; he only needed one word, and the "deal" was done.
- But I...love him... - Her voice was already weak, her breathing returning to normal, and her eyes shining again. - I can't...talk to him about this... - the redhead finished, imbued with torment and guilt.
- And you know who started this, right? - The young man provoked with a Machiavellian smile on his face, seeking emotional self-flagellation.
- Yes...it was Anton's fault - She pointed, but was interrupted by the boy.
- No, it was your fault. "You ended up seducing him..." - With that sentence, he ended his call with her, and while she regained full consciousness, he maintained his position.
Anton continued staring at her, while she stared at his penis.
"The smell...do you like it?" the young man asked with an expression of despair and frustration on his face, almost as if he couldn't believe what his own eyes had seen seconds before, or even what his tongue had tasted; basically, he reverted to his "Cowardly" state.
Rachel was clearly confused and embarrassed, and still seemed afraid. With her face still wet with sweat and a few tears that had fallen seconds before, she used her hands to hold the young man's member. And as she felt the heat of the pulsating piece of flesh, she began to formulate her response:
- NO! They can't...we- a pause during her speech, almost as if she were fighting against something inside herself.
-Dominguez...your father...would hate me - Rachel almost begged for nothing that had happened to leave that room, her eyes showing a desperate expression.
A new question arose for Anton.
-"Why? So much despair?" - He pointed to himself, but with that he moved away from the woman, making her release his pulsating member.
With a heavy heart, Anton made a decision, he got dressed.
Rachel got dressed too.
-Rachel - exclaimed Anton, trying to get the attention of his stepmother's half-awake mind.
"W-what?" the redhead replied, almost startled.
"Do you know what time Dad gets home?" Anton asked about his father, something he'd never been interested in, which made Rachel happier than ever to answer.
"He gets home around 12 AM, but he'll arrive and go straight to sleep, then go back to work at 4:30 PM," she said, realizing this might not be very helpful to the young man. She added, "But don't worry, if you have something to talk to him about, you can try doing it on the weekend," she emphasized.
Anton was happy; he had lost his virginity and for the first time someone had touched him. He smiled sincerely and simply thanked her.
"Thank you so much, Rachel!" The words traveled to Rachel's heart, filling her with happiness, finally able to connect with her stepson.
As Rachel was about to leave, she no longer displayed that lewd look; her hair still had a few loose strands, but her body was no longer sweaty, her eyes were now drier, and her housewife look had returned.
Although this was the last moment she had that day, he still held one last action. Anton walked slowly, at a moment when Rachel wouldn't notice, and...
"SMACK!" A slap, in the most coveted place of all. Rachel blushed instantly, her legs almost gave way, but Anton still nodded.
"I hope you take good care of me these three days... Rachel!" The boy's expression now resembled that of a demon, or something like that.
Blushing, Rachel didn't even try to resist, but ran out of the room, feeling an insecurity that even Anton couldn't understand. After all, she was being entangled in what seemed like invisible threads, and who was the puppeteer controlling those threads? She had no idea.
However, without saying goodnight, they both fell asleep, each in their own room. Rachel took a while to fall asleep, but Anton fell asleep immediately, his body seeming to dissolve on the mattress, while in Rachel's room the mattress seemed made of stones...
And that's how the three days prior to detention began.
To be continued...