The Protagonist System

221 Just Another Day

We eventually finished with the power testing, including my teleporting ability, which I cheated on by checking five minutes ahead to see what they were making me blind-jump into. By the fifth jump, I started to refuse to teleport with the ridiculous things they were putting into the booth.

The tenth jump ended up being the last one because it was only several bowls of different color jello stacked in a random pattern. I didn't explain why I had to stop teleporting and just said I couldn't do it anymore, leaving them frustrated.

After that, Armsmaster tried to sequester me in a secured room with himself and Dragon and he demanded I tell them what I figured out about the Simurgh's scream and how to counter it. I refused, because Dragon received the order to not talk about it by the Chief Director and I wasn't stupid enough to refuse an order by the boss of Armsmaster's boss.

It was quite the scene to see a grateful look on Dragon's face as she silently thanked me and the look of betrayal on Armsmaster's face as he ranted under his breath about people interfering with his rise to glory. Of course, I told the both of them that if the Chief Director rescinded her gag order, I would freely tell them how to do what they knew I knew what to do.

Armsmaster reluctantly let me leave as he promised to do everything he could to contact Costa-Brown and have that order cancelled. I reminded him I said rescinded and not cancelled and didn't tell him that depending on how Rebecca worded it, all of Dragon's gag orders over the years would be lifted and not just the latest one.

I flew home after bidding Miss Militia a good night and landed in the backyard. I entered the kitchen and locked the door, changed my uniform out for my pyjamas, and went up the stairs. My mother was sound asleep and I crawled into bed with her and became the big spoon again. It was just so easy with her so short and my own large body easily fitting around hers.

It wouldn't be long before the morning arrived and I would be spending another day at school and playing up the act of greeting my friends. That thought made me smile, because a few more girls had joined me at Vicky's old table during lunch and I found out the two of them that were her hanger-ons were pretty much playing up the stereotype to remain popular.

I had told them I thought that was just super. They laughed and we had an actual conversation to get to know each other without Vicky's overbearing personality getting in the way. It was quite enlightening to discover that they were genuinely nice girls and didn't have a mean bone in their bodies, so I made sure to give them an extra hug and slightly enhanced them like I did to Jensen.

I woke up to the feeling of a tight burning heat down there and opened my eyes to see my mother's slim back as she was hunched over and her firm ass was moving up and down on me at a moderate pace. I wasn't sure if she was trying to not jostle me or if she was controlling herself to make it last longer. In either case, I grabbed her hips and helped her.

After a few more minutes, her load moan filled the room and she collapsed backwards to lay down on me. I hugged her to my chest and kept moving my hips, making her pant and moan. She turned her head and kissed me lovingly, her body rocking to keep herself feeling me to the fullest, and her arms hugged mine.

We stayed that way until I was ready and she whispered to go ahead and fill her up, then she kept kissing me. I kept moving my hips as I started unloading inside of her and she moaned loudly again into my mouth. I slowed down and stopped moving to give her another rest, and she pulled her hips up to dislodge me and she rolled around on my chest and reached back to slide me inside again.

“You really like this position, don't you?” I asked in a whisper as she laid back down and cuddled into my chest.

“I love how comfortable it feels.” My mom whispered back. “It's like... you're a part of me and I feel a little empty when you're not there when I wake up.”

“Only a little empty?” I asked, teasingly.

My mother chuckled and tensed up down there a few times as her muscles contracted and released. “I really shouldn't be doing this or encouraging you.” She said and let out a contented sigh. “I just can't stop myself. It feels too good to deny myself anymore.”

“You tried to?” I asked and she nodded. “Why didn't you say anything?”

She sat up and gave me a pointed look. “Because I'm supposed to be the adult and I'm supposed to be the one with the willpower to say no.”

I looked down at her perfect breasts and back to her face. “Your perfect breasts are telling me to grab them.”

She lost the pointed look and took my hands, raised them to her chest, and gripped them hard as she rocked her hips. “We are terrible people to want to do this with each other.”

“I'm not arguing about it.” I said and pinched her nipples to make her moan. “Now lean back so you can really start feeling it.”

My mom did as I asked and then gasped, because I kept hold of her nipples. She had wide eyes as I started pumping my hips up into her and only held her in place with her nipples. The orgasm caught her almost out of nowhere and then she was lost to the feelings only a powerful cape could give to another powerful cape.

*

Jensen woke up in the morning and felt wonderful. She hopped out of bed and quickly made it, grabbed her things, and went to have a shower. She hummed happily as she got ready for school and did her hair and dressed in a nice red blouse and skirt combo that really showed off her figure and brought attention to her hair and eyes.

She wasn't sure why she felt so happy, until she remembered her World History class and having the best sex of her life. It had felt like she was floating on a cloud the whole day, too. Lunch was both fun and informative, because she learned more about both Greg and a couple of the senior girls that hung out with Glory Girl.

Who knew the popular girls were just like her, only they had a popular friend that made them popular? The best part about learning that was that she was friends with a popular hero, too. Atlas!

Jensen had suspected he knew his way around a girl, especially after the rumors and speculation online about him and Bad Canary. She had to suppress a laugh when she remembered one comment about the valiant hero redeeming the female villain cape by using his dick to tame her.

“He definitely knows how to get me off.” Jensen said with a soft laugh as she left her room and went to the kitchen to make breakfast for herself. She felt like healthy cereal today.

“Somebody's happy again today.” Her mother commented and drank her coffee.

“I'm going to school. Yay.” Jensen said with a sarcastic drawl and her mother laughed.

“Do you need some lunch money?” Her mother asked.

“I still have yesterday's.” Jensen said as she filled a bowl with cereal and added milk.

Her mother frowned. “You didn't eat?”

Jensen turned to give her a hug for her concern. “Greg bought my lunch and wouldn't take it when I tried to hand it to him.”

Her mother smiled at him being chivalrous. “That's two days in two weeks you're smiling in the morning. First it's dodgeball and now it's a boy buying you lunch.” She said and sipped her coffee. “Should I start worrying?”

Jensen shook her head and sat down at the table to start eating. “He bought the whole table lunch.”

“The... whole table?” Her mother asked, surprised.

Jensen chuckled. “It didn't start out that way. We were in line at the counter and he offered to buy mine, Chelsea's, and Jessica's. The two girls behind us are in our study hall and invited themselves to sit with us.”

“He was okay with that?” Her mother asked and took another drink of coffee.

Jensen barked a laugh. “He had to say there was only one spot left at the table and only one more girl could join us. Nearly everyone in line put up their hand, even the guys.”

Her mother laughed, too. “Typical.”

“We ended up with another senior from Jessica's class and spent most of the period talking.” Jensen told her.

Her mother smiled, matching her daughter's. “You're looking forward to doing it again today.”

Jensen successfully stopped her blush from forming at remembering what 'it' could mean. “If I'm lucky.”

Her mother finished her coffee and put the cup in the sink. “Try to not have too much fun.”

Jensen huffed and finished off her cereal. “I should tell you the same thing.”

They exchanged looks and then chuckled. After a quick goodbye, they went their separate ways, one to work and one to school. Little did they know that similar scenes had played out in five other kitchens and those five teenage girls were also looking forward to what was going to happen at school.

*

I was grateful for my teleporting ability, because I almost didn't make it to school on time. Luckily, I still had a few minutes to make sure I hugged and kissed the girls that wanted it, which surprisingly didn't include Amy this time, because she held a hand up to stop me and then looked horrified about doing that in front of everyone.

I shrugged it off, even though I suspected she didn't want to touch me because I was also a healer and she didn't want to ruin how she had felt about touching me before. I didn't bother telling her my mother could touch me with no trouble and grabbed my books from my locker and went to class.

Most of the students greeted me or waved, so I returned them and sat in the seat that had become mine the week before. Apparently, helping them grasp the intricacies of calculus had made all of them quite friendly, even knowing my penchant to hug the girls I considered friends.

Perhaps it was that friendliness that made the class more interactive with the teacher actually engaging us in the subject, rather than standing there and spouting the book's contents at us. The man actually explained what we asked about, even going off on a funny tangent once to get a laugh.

The next two classes seemed dull by comparison, because the students tried to engage the teacher and they were rebuffed and told to learn the material as presented instead.

When lunchtime arrived, I didn't rush off like the other work placement students did. I dropped my things off in my locker and went to the cafeteria and met up with Jensen. She looked surprised to see me and then she smiled brightly and left the line to hug and kiss me.

“You just lost a prime spot to get the freshest meal.” I said and joined the end of the line.

“I'm sure you can make it up to me somehow.” Jensen said, suggestively.

I chuckled and kissed her cheek. “I still have to leave after lunch.”

She gave me a look. “Why didn't you leave already?”

“My patrol doesn't start until later and my mother is already at the hospital working. Apparently, the restrictions for an adult volunteer is different than for a teenager not old enough to drink.” I said with a grin. “Isn't that crazy?”

Jensen softly laughed. “Yes, crazy.”

We moved along the line as the students in front of us were served and I wasn't surprised when all four of Vicky's clique found us and made sure we were all going to sit at the popular table. They already had their food, too. I agreed, as long as they didn't hold it against me if others wanted to sit with us, too. That seemed to confuse them, because they knew there were only 6 seats at each table.

“Don't worry about it.” I said as a few other girls from my class showed up. Their slightly worried faces made me mentally laugh, because they couldn't figure out how we were all going to sit at the same table. “Go claim the popular table and Jensen and I will claim the one beside it.”

The four popular girls walked off and did as I asked. Jensen gave me a searching look and I smirked at her. She shrugged and bought her own lunch before I could offer to pay and she gave me a wink and sauntered away. I chuckled and bought my own meal and handed money to the girls behind me.

“Thanks, Greg!” They said, almost as one, and I walked over to the table Jensen claimed for us. I put my tray on it and motioned for her to stand, then I turned the table to set it at the end of the popular table in an 'L' shape and moved the chairs around to make enough room.

“They are not going to let you do this again.” Jensen said as she sat at the inside corner.

I gave her a smug grin and went to the next table and politely asked the two girls there to stand, then I used their table and the next empty one to make an opposite 'L' with it and the four tables made a perfect square, with room to walk between and around them, and all the chairs fit back into place.

“Okay, that's cool.” Jessica said and admired the use of space, because it had freed up a lot of room on either side of the square and didn't impede anyone walking by to get to the other tables.

“We even have space in the middle to turn to and talk to everyone at all four tables.” Chelsea said with awe and looked at Brittany. “We can keep sitting with Vicky and Greg at the same time and we don't have to rotate between the tables because of the lack of seats!”

“That's brill!” Brittany exclaimed. “I'll text everyone and let them know!”

I sat down next to Jensen and she gave me a very suggestive look. I leaned in to give her a quick peck on the lips and she grabbed my t-shirt and held on to give me a bit more than that.

“You're breaking the mold of jockdom, Mister Veder.” Jensen whispered and let me go.

“I have no idea what you're talking about.” I lied with a smile and started eating.

Jensen smiled back and started eating as well. Neither of us were surprised when all four tables soon filled up with warm bodies, mostly girls, and they all started talking and gossiping as if they had always been a part of the popular table. What was surprising was that none of the four popular girls objected. Jessica, Clarice, Brittany, and Chelsea conducted Vicky's court with expertise... without her.

When lunch ended, I received several cheek kisses and a lot of thank yous. That put a smile on my face and I flew away from Arcadia High School to head to Brockton Bay General Hospital to start my patrol with Glory Girl. I had timed my arrival perfectly, because just as I landed on the roof, Vicky came out through the roof access door and saw me.

“Atlas.” Glory Girl said and shut the door.

“Glory Girl.” I said back and motioned towards the air. “Shall we?”

Glory Girl nodded and floated up into the air. I flew up to her and several emotions played across her face before she sighed and flew off. I followed and didn't mind that this was going to be another patrol without us talking to each other.

I wasn't sure how she was going to handle it if we had to interact with the police after stopping a crime, though. Take turns talking, maybe? We would figure it out when it happened.

As we were flying and scanning around, my eyes caught a particular flutter of her skirt. The reason it caught my eye was because she wasn't wearing white bicycle shorts under it like usual. It was a thong. In fact, it was a very small thong and her ass cheeks pretty much made the string disappear and the small triangle covering her opening was starting to fail in that job.

Now I had a problem. If I pointed it out, she might get angry that I was looking up her skirt. If I didn't point it out and she discovered it later, probably from someone taking her picture or her skirt flipping up during a fight or a kick, she would be either embarrassed or angry that I hadn't told her about it. Either way, I would be in trouble.

So, I did the only thing I could that wouldn't backfire on me. I cast a slight numbing spell on the area, that would wear off over the next twenty minutes, and transfigured the thong into white bicycle shorts. With luck, she'll forget she hadn't put them on and I would be in the clear.

*

Vicky had worked hard to never let her skirt flip or flow out too far when she was working, except when she was flying. She wanted to show Atlas exactly what he was missing and Dean was getting, even if wearing a thong while fighting crime was usually uncomfortable. It was worth it to make Atlas jealous, though.

When the patrol was over, she retrieved Amy from the hospital and flew home. Amy wasn't talking, for some reason, and Vicky didn't try to get her to talk. Amy would tell her when she was ready to rant and Vicky went into her room to change.

She pulled off her top and admired her perfect breasts for several seconds, giving them a few squeezes, then she dropped her skirt and prepared to dig the thong out of the wedgie she could feel it had made in the front and the back. That was odd, since the back was just a string.

“What the hell is this?” Vicky asked as she saw the bicycle shorts she had intentionally not put on today. She pulled them off with a jerk and winced as both front and back wedges were dislodged, because she wasn't wearing any underwear under them and she had been sweating a lot, making them sticky.

She held the slightly damp cloth up and stretched it in front of her face, proving they really were bicycle shorts and not an illusion. She carried them over to her dresser and opened the second drawer to see her shorts were there as well.

“What. The. Hell.” Vicky said and stared at the impossibility. She had no clue how she could be wearing the shorts that were still in her drawer and it would bug her for a very long time.