Emmie is a bit of a masochist. I found out with the bloody sword the last time. Beyond that, I also found out that her early puberty has gotten her interested in her own body way before, hence the tools I'm only discovering her interest in now.
Anyway, whatever the case, I'm in pain now, not too much, thankfully, and my mind is clearer than ever in a long time. I didn't even know that it was being bogged down, like paste losing water under the unknowingly rising heat.
Yesterday afternoon has been better than any desensitization I have tried to put myself through. Now the skirt that I have borrowed from Emmie, shorter than the knee-length one I wore yesterday, doesn't bother me. Emmie's long sleeved top that displays my slender shape and lets my left shoulder outside doesn't bring me much either.
Yesterday, I didn't go home. That is why I borrowed clothes after struggling to find something to fit my slimmer shape through Emmie's wardrobe. I glare at her through the corner of my eyes. I'm still upset about what she did yesterday. She took advantage of the lapse caused by my orgasm to claim my maidenhood.
She responds to my gaze with a bright smile, to which I show her white eyes. But as big-hearted as she is, her smile only grows and she hooks her arm through mine.
Classes today have a different flavor. Because my body is different, my mind clear, I feel like my learning cheat has been upgraded. And without any chemistry lesson, without having to see Tyne and feel the filth radiating from him.
For a moment, learning and assimilating knowledge make me put superfluous thoughts aside, at least until the day is over.
"Max, let's go!"
"Wait for a bit, Emmie."
I hold Emmie back, and she becomes confused as she puts her butt down again.
"Why? Are we not leaving?"
I put my things away as I look at Emmie. My eyes linger on her ponytail, before I return my gaze to my books.
"I want to speak with professor Tyne."
"Why? We don't have any tutoring class with him today!"
Indeed, so I shake my head.
"I only want to get some answers from him. Maybe you can help me with that?"
Emmie raises her eyebrows in confusion.
"Sure, I can do that for you. What do you want to ask him?"
"About the materials for the practice during tutoring classes. Can you get the details from him?"
"Oh, right. Chemistry class can't be complete without practice. I will go right away."
Thinking about Emmie getting close to Tyne, even if only to speak with him, and that I will not be there with her, my smile falters. But that monster is a rational one. He will not put himself, or even his reputation, in jeopardy. So she will not be in any danger. She should not be.
I breathe out and make my smile recover.
"Wait for the classrooms to empty a little and for him to return to his office before you go."
"Okay~!"
Emmie hesitates a little, but the energy she puts in her answer makes me let go of my own worries, and I focus on the plan in my head.
The classroom empties itself till only a few others lingering around like Emmie and I remain.
"Let's go."
Our classroom is on the ground floor, just like the office of Tyne. When we reach the last crossroad, I point to the side.
"You go, I will make a stop by the restroom."
"Yeah. See you soon."
With a wave of her hand, Emmie skips away. Not only her ponytail jumps with her steps, her soft chest too, and her skirt, which let her smooth pull the gazes of the boys in the corridor.
I hold back a chuckle. I still can't stop myself from feeling envious of her brightness. I gained something after the coma that followed the accident, but I lost more, including my shine. I stopped feeling the world to be as bright as before.
I glance at Emmie one last time with a smile contaminated by Emmie's brightness. I reply to her wave and turn to take another path.
I tighten my backpack on my back and make my way around to reach the same corridor where Tyne's office is. I slow down to look around the corner and I see Tyne letting go of his office's door to walk a few steps before he looks at Emmie.
In his mind, I get a flash of his last memory of his office, and I get the confirmation for where my target is. I turn around after one last look and hurry outside, to the back of the teaching building. I hurry to the window of Tyne's office after making sure the way is clear, and I soundlessly raise it up.
I look around again before I carefully sneak inside. There it is, the laptop with the secrets, right on the desk of the small office.
I move while avoiding the glassware, and I pick up the computer from the other side of the desk from where I won't be seen through the ajar door.
I hurry to the server Tyne has been enjoying the content of yesterday. I enter the passcode I got yesterday, and am met with a spread of pictures and videos. It is a spread of files showing naked beauties. But what they have in common is not just their beauty.
I have to hold back my anger at the forced compromising posture of the naked girls who looked the same age as me and Emmie, in other words, minors, like me Emmie.
It was a story of abuse, of sadistic domination of weaker members of the fairer sex, which I am a member of now, and who should have been protected.
I force myself to avoid looking at the faces in the pictures or the thumbnails of the videos, and start copying the blackmail materials the monster who owns them considers his trophies. I upload them to the cloud server I have prepared, and start counting the seconds while praying, heart pounding, for the connection to be fast, faster than the conversation outside, fast enough that a stealth operation doesn't become an open battle.