The Protagonist System
359 School Days Get Better

After giving Debbie exactly what she wanted, a great pounding into her mattress and more orgasms than she could count, I slipped out of her bedroom and flew to a random alleyway. It was the middle of the night and the perfect time for Atlas to handle a few problems that Robot's files had shown me. I made myself invisible and stepped into the prison and one of the cells of the Mauler Twins.

I stunned the tall blue skinned mutated being and used my telepathy to pilfer his mind for the cloning technology and the mind copy device. Both machines were a lot more power intensive than Robot's reports and a lot more involved to construct, not to mention expensive and they used rare components.

They were almost useless as they were, so I would need to work on the plans to fix them and to figure out what components to replace to make them more cost effective. Why did the idiots enjoy seeing their subjects being shocked as the machines worked? It wasn't necessary for either the clone creation or for the mind transference.

I erased the plans for both things from the prisoner's mind and spent the next half an hour doing the same with all the other technology he had created. Since I couldn't do it to one without doing it to the other, I stepped to the other cell that the second Mauler Twin was in and went through his mind as well.

Surprisingly, he had slightly different thought processes and it explained why he always cloned himself to give himself a second perspective. Once he copied his mind, he became a separate existence and his own person, even if they started out as a clone... which meant Rudy wasn't really Rudy. His original body died as himself and Rudy was actually Rudy 2.

I blanked his scientific mindset like I had his twin and stepped out of the cell and walked along the hallway. I was still invisible, so I didn't have to worry about being caught. I checked into each cell and then used my cell phone to go through the information Robot had. Hacking into the prison's actual systems wasn't necessary, not with how detailed Robot's and Cecil's files were.

I went along and copied and erased each of their powers, even Multi-Paul's, and left his six split selves alive and removed their powers as well. It was going to be funny the next time he picked a fight with someone in the prison and they severely hurt or killed him, only for him to not be able to replace him.

When I was done going through the entire prison and taking all their powers and their scientific knowledge if they had any, which no one would notice for quite some time, I stepped from there to inside Amanda's room in the Guardians of the Globe's base. I was sure she was quite frustrated about me having to leave that afternoon and I hadn't given her new form a good going over.

I held in my laugh at seeing a naked and content Monster Woman asleep in her new form with a very happy Shrinking Rae cuddled up in her arms. Any port in a storm? I asked myself and gave the both of them a good look. Their bodies were very different sizes; but, it was in a good way.

Monster Woman's breasts were massive and hung off to the sides while Shrinking Rae's were barely a handful in size and very perky. Both dark green nipples and bright pink nipples looked covered in saliva and their openings were dripping with slightly white fluid, as were their mouths.

I wasn't going to disturb them after they successfully got each other off and put each other to sleep, since their thoughts confirmed they really had satisfied each other. I stepped to a random alley in town near my house and changed back to my Mark Grayson persona before I stepped back to my room.

Olga was still there with a contented look on her face and I stripped off and climbed back into bed. I knew she had to be up early in the morning to catch her flight back to Russia and I set my alarm for a good time to let her choose if she wanted another quickie or to leave before I pretended to wake up. She didn't move when I hugged her from behind and I closed my eyes to wait for a few hours for the morning.

I went over the knowledge I pilfered from the prisoners and there was a lot to go over, especially when I started applying the thinker powers I gained back in Worm and the things I learned when I was Clark Kent in that combo universe with my research lab. The memories from my dimensional clone came easily to me and I started parsing out everything.

Since everything I learned was from super-science worlds, they were quite easy to combine and intertwine to make the expensive machines the Mauler Twins created into more affordable and more reliable ones. There would be no overloading power, superfluous lightning generated, or the chance it would explode if one single thing went wrong.

Morning came quickly and my alarm went off. I had turned it down, just in case Olga did choose to not have another fun time. She stirred and easily slid out of my embrace, because I wasn't holding on tightly or restricted her movement, and she turned off the alarm clock. I felt her hover over me as her thoughts went over how happy she had been the night before and then went through a fast forward of the rest of her life.

After a few minutes, Olga made her choice and leaned down to give my lips a tender kiss and she thanked me for giving her a wonderful memory that she would remember for the rest of her life. She quietly left my room and went into my mom's, gave her the same tender kiss, and went downstairs. After she dressed, she called for a taxi to the airport and wrote out a short note for us, then locked the door when she left.

I climbed out of bed and went to the bathroom to shower, dressed for school, and grabbed my backpack as I went downstairs to make breakfast. It was the least I could do to make the morning smoother for mom when she woke up. I finished cooking just in time for her to come down the stairs and she had a huge smile on her face and a pep in her step.

“Good morning, Mark!” Debbie exclaimed and practically danced over to me, gave me a quick peck on the lips, and sat down at the kitchen table. “Where's Olga?”

I handed her the note she left on the fridge and Debbie read it with a chuckle.

“I guess I don't have to tell you that her attitude towards her husband was similar to Amber's.” Debbie said and put the note aside.

“They both made it pretty clear they were done with the whole hero scene.” I said and put a plate of eggs and bacon in front of her.

Debbie grabbed my hand to hold it for a second and let it go. “At least she didn't promise to come back to visit as much as possible.”

“Or asked me to fly over to visit her, even though she knows I easily can.” I responded and sat down to start eating.

“That could be a good surprise, as long as you called first to warn her.” Debbie said with a smirk and I chuckled, because it wasn't a surprise if she knew about it. “Just showing up would piss her off, because that was what Red Rush used to do to her all the time.”

I nodded, because Olga's thoughts had gone over her relationship with her dead husband as she looked down at me this morning. She felt the same things Amber felt, because she knew her husband had been a superhero and still resented that he would leave in the middle of their dates to stop crimes and save people.

I finished eating and put the dirty dishes into the sink. “I'll wash them when I get home.” I promised and walked over to my mom to give her cheek a kiss. “Have a good day at work.”

Debbie smiled happily. “You, too.”

I chuckled and picked up my backpack. “Consulting at the Pentagon every couple of afternoons and on the weekends is downright easy compared to your work.”

Debbie laughed and pulled me down for a quick hug. “Don't sell yourself short, Mark. You work just as hard as I do.” She said and let me go. “People like us can't help ourselves but put our all into whatever we do.”

“That we do.” I agreed and left the house. I had a bit of time before I had to be at school and took my time as I walked along the street.

I went over the plans again and would have to visit one of the labs at the GDA and see what kind of resources were available. I might even introduce a few things I made as Ron Stoppable for the Global Justice Network.

“I wonder what Cecil would say if I gave his equipment development division the plans for a working supersonic hover-jet?” I asked and started laughing as I imagined them recruiting all of the scientists working there to hound him about increasing their budget to let them develop the hover technology and the automated guidance systems.

I reached the school and my smile seemed to be infectious and attractive, because the girls from lunch the day before suddenly surrounded me and greeted me with their own smiles. It was something they never did before and I soon found out that a couple of them were in a few of my classes. I immediately apologized for being an idiot and not noticing them before, which made them giggle and give me needy looks.

We went inside the school as a group and I was carried along as if I always belonged. It would have been funny if the two girls that gave me their numbers hadn't said they would have liked to hear from me last night. I apologized and told them most of the truth. I was busy at my after school job and then had supper with my mother and her friend, then I watched a movie with them and went to bed.

Most of the girls looked happy about the job part, gave me searching looks at spending the evening with my mother, as if trying to decide if I was kidding or not, and looked wistful at the mention of going to bed with me.

“You really were busy.” Gail said and leaned against my shoulder slightly as she flicked her blonde hair over her shoulder to give me a clear view of her face.

“How do you know that?” I asked, curious.

“You gave too many details to be making it up.” Gail answered and looked at the other girls. “Meet at the bell like usual?”

The other girls nodded and we all split up to go to our first morning class. Gail went with me and she talked about what she did last night. I listened of course, because I somehow knew she was going to bring things up later at lunch and would expect me to remember what she said.

We sat near the back of the room and she kept whispering when class started and she kind of made things out to be like our own little world as we sat together and the teacher couldn't distract her from talking to me. It was a little flattering and I couldn't help smiling at her as she kept it up for the whole class. The bell rang and we gathered our things up and left the classroom.

“Mark, what was the teacher talking about?” Gail asked me with a hopeful expression.

“I have no idea.” I lied, because I had easily heard her and made notes in my inventory.

Gail beamed a smile at me, as if I had said the perfect thing. “I've got chem class next, so I'll hand you off to Sarah.”

“You're going to hand me off to another girl?” I asked with a grin and wiggled my eyebrows.

Gail laughed and swatted at my arm. “That's so bad!”

I chuckled briefly just before we met up with her regular group of girls. Gail let out a little giggle as she tagged another girl, then she whispered in her ear about what I joked about. We all split up again to go to our classes and a blushing Sarah walked with me to math class.

“It was a joke.” I whispered to her and she gave me what I thought was a shy look.

Instead of saying anything, Sarah led me to the very back of the room and sat me down in the corner. She moved her chair and sat right beside me, a lot closer than usual, and she waited for class to start before her hand slid into my lap. Her fingertips tapped on my zipper and she kept her face blank to not give anything away.

I didn't bother asking if she was sure and carefully opened up my pants to give her access. She slid her hand into my boxer shorts and her face went a little red as her hand encountered my already hard member. Instead of pausing or chickening out, she gripped me gently and started stroking me. Her thumb explored the tip as she played with me and she did a fairly good job without looking.

We both stayed silent as class continued and her hand kept stroking me. Before I could warn her I was getting close, she felt me starting to twitch and intentionally dropped her pencil on the floor. A few of the other students looked over and she made a frustrated sound as she slid her chair back, then she dropped to her knees and disappeared under the table.

I felt her warm mouth engulf me and she started sucking, so I reached a hand under the table and caressed her face. She paused as I did so, probably because she expected me to grab her hair and force her to go deeper. I pulled my hand back and kept writing down the answers to the problems on the chalkboard.

Sarah made a happy sound and started sucking again. She was mostly quiet as she worked on me to get me back to the edge, since the few moments she stopped moving had given her a slight reprieve from me blowing my load.

I felt her mentally prepare for the salty taste and odd consistency. I didn't correct her assumption, mostly because she was about to find out the truth. I let myself go, just like she wanted, and she did her best to take it all. There was quite a bit to it and she needed a couple minutes to swallow it and then clean me up.

I handed her a napkin and felt her surprise at the gesture before she took it and wiped off her mouth and chin. Sarah picked up her pencil and stood up and sat on her chair again. She had kept the napkin and gave me a look full of desire. Her mind was solely focused on how good I tasted and that I hadn't tried to ravage her face when give the chance.

I glanced around and no one was looking, so I leaned in and gave her a peck on the lips. “Thank you.” I whispered and the look of desire on her face increased, as did her thoughts of what it was going to feel like to impale herself on such a wonderful penis.

I tapped my finger on my papers and she took the hint to start writing out her answers as well. I let her copy mine, which was only fair, since she had been busy the last few minutes. Sarah gave me an occasional glance, as if I was going to somehow disappear on her, and I kept a smile on my face and finished writing out the last of the answers.

The bell rang and Sarah needed another minute to finish, so I stayed beside her at the desk as she did. I took the opportunity to put my pants back in order as everyone else scrambled to pass in the worksheet. Sarah and I finished our tasks at the same time and we gathered our things up and were the last to hand in our sheets.

The female teacher gave us a knowing look and winked at Sarah, whom blushed at being caught. I glanced back at our table and could clearly see underneath it, so the teacher had seen Sarah on her knees and going at me.

“Thanks for the great class, Miss Gilbert. I'm just sorry we only have one more class next week before exams.” I said.

The teacher let out a soft laugh and Sarah's face went to a deep red. I nodded at the teacher for not giving us detention and took Sarah's hand to lead her out into the hallway.

“I can't believe you said that to the teacher!” Sarah hissed in a whisper as her blush faded.

I let her hand go and put my arm over her shoulders. “It's all right, Sarah. I've come to realize something important lately and I don't mind sharing it with you.”

“What's that?” Gail asked as she joined us.

“Legitimization through audacity.” I said and grinned at her. “If someone calls you out on something, it's better to admit it and own it.”

“Oh? And what did you admit to?” Another girl asked me as the rest of the girls joined us and we all walked down the hallway to the central corridor of the high school.

I could tell she was testing if I really would admit to what they all knew Sarah would have done for me in the classroom. She was fairly easy and would put out if she thought you were worth it.

“That Sarah is going to enjoy finding out how long my tongue is during lunch.” I told her.

Every single girl in the group, and in the hallway, made surprised sounds. Yes, every single one.

Sarah shivered under my arm and her face went right back to flaming red. “M-Mark...”

“Yes, I mean it.” I said and kissed her cheek. “I've got history next. Does anyone else?”

None of the girls shared it with me, so I was on my own until lunch. As I walked away from the group of girls, a whole lot of longing looks followed me down the hallway.