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  “Gagkh! Gagkh! Gagkh!” Thaddeus groans, tilting his head back as he enjoys the ‘tender’ affes of the young Asian woman in a crouch before him. Stacy Li was one of the more pirls in the school, but that didn’t stop her from ing to him for his… help. Not that anyone who caught wind of what they were doing back behind the school building would be all that surprised even if they did find out. After all, Thaddeus was your stereotypical jock. Standing at a couple inches north of six feet, broad shouldered with a chiseled jaw, he even had the blond hair and blue eyes to make him really shine. He was literally the Quarterback of the Football Team in fact. Stacy herself was no slouch when it came to high school’s social hierarchy. The girl was definitely one of the popur ones, just like him. That was half the reason she’d had the fideo approach him about this in the first pbsp;As she slobbers up and down his knob, Thaddeus leans back against the wall behind him, watg her work. His cock is clearly the lo and biggest she’s ever dealt with, if she’s ever even blown a guy before at all. Her experience or ck thereof makes it likely she’s not felted anyone before him. Her enthusiasm is nid all, but it’s a poor substitute for skill in this regard. He probably would have cum by now if she were better at what she was doing. Pulling back for a moment, Stacy pants, her perky breasts heaving in her cute little top as she gives his saliva-coated cock a few strokes and him a big, winning smile before returning to her task. She gurgles her way down his shaft like a ossessed, eager to receive her reward. But she’s going to have to do better than this if she wants him to cum before- BRRRIIIIIING! BRIIIIIIIIIIIING! Thaddeus twitches, as the final bell for the school day suddenly rings. They’re officially te to First Period, but rather than pull ba a panic, Stacy just goes all the harder. She’s desperate and more than willing to be tardy for this. Truth be told… so is he. It’s only a couple minutes more anyways before Thaddeus finally tips over the edge. He grunts, cumming in her mouth. He doesn’t ask here if she wants it anywhere else, that would ruin the point. He also doesn’t warhough, a little perturbed by how long she took. Stacy is prepared heless, sug down his load like there’s no tomorrow, gurgling away at it as she guzzles his jizz down like her life depends on it. It doesn’t, but her grades do. As she drinks his cum and the oral sex es to a close, Thaddeus’ breath hitches. He feels it in his chest, the familiar rush of fresh vitality and the boost he gets from whenever he pletes a sexual absp;Stacy rocks back off of his cock, a tendril of cum eg her lips to his dick as she gasps, feeling the same. Well, not quite the same. Hers is a little different, from what Thaddeus uands. Quickly wiping the back of her mouth with her hand, Stacy hops to her feet and gives him a wide grin. “Thanks Chad! You’re a life saver!” Thaddeus shakes his head. “Please, call me Thad.” But it’s too te, Stacy has already run off and his quiet murmur falls on deaf ears. Letting out a sigh, the blond blue-eyed giant of a young mas about tug his cock bato his boxers and fixing up his clothing. If she khe truth, Stacy Li probably wouldn’t have been so gung-ho about servig him. No o him seemed to uand quite what was happening, but by now Thaddeus had a pretty good idea. Basically, whoever he gets with gets a boost to their mental and physical after having sex with him in some way. He gets ooo. However, HIS boosts are perma, theirs are temporary. He probably wouldn’t have even noticed if it weren’t for the slowly stag effect. He WAS an incredibly handsome high school jock after all, so yes, he got a lot of pussy. Shaking his head, Thaddeus grabs his backpad begins heading for First Period. He’s tardy, but as the School Quarterback, it’s not likely to matter. His life has certainly been different, ever since he figured out he had powers. He’d bee the ‘good luck charm’ of the pirls after one of them got an A on her math test the day after giving him head. In fact, Stacy had just got done blowing him because she was hoping to pull an A on her history midterm today. The thing was, Thaddeus wasn’t a good luck charm. He retty sure he was one of those mutants. He just didn’t look like one. He looked like the quintessential All-Ameri Man. Only, he wasn’t sure how much lohat fa?ade would hold. See, part of his perma boosts from having sex was an increase in intelligence. Six months ago, he hadn’t even known what ‘quintessential’ meant. Now, he was using it casually in his thoughts. Reag the , Thaddeus steps inside, giving a nod to his friends on the Football Team who smile and nod to him in turn. He begins to make his way to his desk, only to be stopped by a cleared throat belonging to an unfamiliar and altogether feminine voibsp;… His First Period Teacher was usually a dude, but when Thaddeus looks to the front of the room, there’s a beautiful, raven-haired woman standing there in a white blouse and a pencil skirt. She has a single sculpted eyebrow raised and is tapping her foot as she crosses her arms over her chest. “And what is your excuse for being so te Mister…” Thaddeus winces. Shit, they had a substitute today, apparently? A g the board behind her shows that her name is apparently Ms. Kenner. Well, he’s gotten off on the wrong foot with Ms. Kehere’s no doubt about that. “… Thad, ma’am. And I’m sorry. I got caught up talking outside.” The raven-haired woman’s eyes seem to fsh at that weak-ass excuse. It wasn’t like he could tell her what he’d actually been doing though, right? Still, something about the beautiful substitute teacher sets Thaddeus’ nerves on edge. He’s not sure why, but it’s like he’s staring into the eyes of a predator or something. Finally though, Ms. Kenner just scoffs. “Take your seat… Thad.” Dug his head, he does exactly that, taking a seat in the middle of his friends. One of them, a guy named Skyr, gives him a shit-eating grin and a fist bump that Thaddeus feels obligated to return, but tell is making him no friends with their substitute teacher who definitely sees it. Ever since he started getting these boosts to himself, he’s been able to notice things like that a lot better if he’s being ho. Unfortunately, he has to choose exactly who he wants to appeal to in this moment. If he ighe fist bump with Skyr, then he risks damaging their friendship. And while teically as the school Quarterback, Thaddeus safely shed a few friends and still e out smelling as roses, he’s aware that he’s already ged enough retly to be marked as ‘Other’ by some of his fellow students. Best not to rock the boat too mubsp;Ms. Kenner, after all, was only going to be around for a short time, presumably. So catering to his bros over her was just the obviht choice. Or so Thaddeus figured. It’s not until they get back to taking the role call that his entrance had interrupted that he finds out just how much he’s pissed the substitute teacher off. Already halfway through the list of names, Ms. Kenner goes through the rest and theurns back to the top… to the ohat hadn’t gotten her an answer before his arrival. “Chad Cummings? Still not here?” Thaddeus’ face goes bright red and he raises his hand. Yes, his actual name was Chad Cummings. Thaddeus was one of his middle names. Needless to say, after gaining a couple dozen IQ points from fug aing sucked off by pirls these past six months, he’d e to despise the name Chad Cummings. He really preferred Thaddeus, these days. Unfortunately, Chad was still his legal first name. “Here ma’am.” Ms. Kenner’s eyes zero in on him like a hawk and she narrows them like ooo. “And here I thought your name was Thad, young man.” Flushing, Thaddeus opens his mouth to expin, only for the substitute to cut him off. “Detention, Mr. Cummings. I’ll be seeing you after school.” That riles up the css something fierce, even as Thaddeus sits there, stunned. All of his teammates sitting around him look personally offended on his behalf. After all, they had football practice after school, and the normal faculty knew better than to assigion to the school’s Star Quarterback. They all wao go all the way this year. Ms. Kenner, obviously, didn’t care about any of that. On the one hand, Thaddeus knew she was right to punish him. He’d beeo css and TEICALLY lied to her about his name. Oher hand, he wasn’t used to people in a position of authority actually holding him atable. It was a little strange… but irely terrible. Beside him however, Skyr is not nearly as impressed by Ms. Kenner’s no-nonseitude. “Ma’am! Chad is our QB! We need him at practice, ’t you just like… assigra homework or something?” The exaggerated wink that Skyr gives him has Thaddeus blinking. The other man had noticed Thaddeus was… well, ging i months. He might not uand one lick of it, but Skyr knew enough to know that Thaddeus didn’t have any trouble with homework anymore. Extra homework would be handled just as easily as the normal load, truth be told. Even still, the wink doesn’t go unnoticed by Ms. Kehaddeus isn’t sure why Skyr thought it would. The look on her face is quickly being rather wrothful, but before she reply, a voice suddenly es over the inter. “Chad Cummings, please report to the Principal’s Office. Chad Cummings, please report to the Principal’s Office.” Thaddeus blinks, his already slightly pink faly growing redder as that… stupid name is broadcast across the entire school. Not that it was a mystery to anyone, he’d quite literally goo school with some of these kids all his life. But even still, he had e to despise being known as the Quintessential ‘Chad’ these past six months. He just wao differentiate himself from the stereotypical jock he’d been all his life. Still, he’s been called to the Principal’s Office. Standing up, he shoots an apologetic look to Ms. Kenner, who just frowns at him for a moment before jerking her head towards the diving her a respectful nod, he moves to leave the , only for her voice to catch him on the way out. “I’ll still expect to see you after school for that detention, Mr. Cummings.” … Right. Thaddeus pauses for a moment to make it clear he heard, and then leaves the room, Skyr’s protests fading into the distance as he makes his way down the hall towards the Principal’s Office. It takes him a few mio traverse the school, and when he finally arrives, the secretary outside gives him a bright smile and waves him in. “They’re waiting for you, Chad.” Grimag, Thaddeus makes a token effort. “Um, thank you ma’am, but I go by Thad now.” Eyes twinkling as she clearly holds back ughter, the woman shakes her head. “You teens and your phases.” It wasn’t a phase, but he couldly stick around tue the point. The Principal… and apparently the Principal’s guest, awaited Thaddeus inside. Stepping through the door, the first thing the blond notices is the Principal, sitting behind the desk. Principal Badmin is a slightly ht fellow whose best days are behind him, but still heless has quite the jolly demeanor. As far as School Administrato, he’s not a bad one… he just has an ever so slight obsession with sports over actual learning. During Thaddeus’ first years at the school, he had greatly appreciated that fact. After all, until six months ago, Thaddeus’ first priority was football and his sed priority was girls. Schostic pursuits and higher education had been at the very bottom of a long list of other things. These days? He still liked pying football, but he knew his sports career had a shelf life. The more sex he had, the more inhumanly fast and stro. With the boost to his intelligehat he’d received as well, he reized that eventually he would be too fast and to for allegations of steroids to not e out. And wheests for the steroids came baegative, rather than be in the clear, he would be outed as a mutant more than likely. Was it any wohen, that he’d started thinking about what a future might look like without college football? He was never going to go professional, and he likely wouldn’t be able to py for a college either without being found out. No… his future y ial pursuits, pin and simple. Of course, Thaddeus hadn’t told Principal Badmin any of that just yet. He probably never would. And so, the administrator is all smiles as Thaddeus walks into his offibsp;“Ah, there he is! This is the young man himself, Professor! As I told you, he’s one of our best and brightest! The school simply wouldn’t be the same without him.” Thaddeus finally turns his attention to the other man in the room. It takes him a sed to realize that the man isn’t just sitting down in front of Principal Badmin’s desk, he’s actually wheelchair bound. He’s also pletely bald, though he wears it well. As their eyes meet, Thaddeus blinks at the knowing look in the Professaze. Then he blinks again, as instead of speaking to him normally, he hears what only be the other man’s voi his head. Greetings, young Thaddeus. I am Professor Charles Xavier, and I believe we have a lot to talk about. The fuck?