I mean, that's the right choice to do, isn't it? All this started when I picked up the ring. It's clear that this is not just about having some good luck come into my life. It's more about some dark, unseen power working its way into this.
But if I take it off…
What's going to happen, exactly? Will the universe unravel?
But Grandpa's instructions were that I could take it off safely, at least once. Then again, Grandpa's instructions have turned out to be a load of crap. He did not mention all the hottest girls at my school becoming obsessed with me.
And yes, it does feel good… but I do not like the way they are all suddenly at each other's throat.
I suppose… it does make me feel…
I need to think.
And I really need to give Grandpa's latter a thorough read.
Now, Miss Jimenez is my homeroom teacher, so maybe…
"Alright, I'm going to do that," I tell her. "But first, I need a written permission to go home for a bit. I need to get ready for our… tutoring. I need to fix my notes."
I hope she falls for it.
She obviously doesn't, and she quirks an eyebrow.
"But that would also keep me away from the rest of the girls at school? I suppose. If that would be better for my… uh… education."
"Is your sister at home, boy?"
It does feel… weird to be called boy by her. In a good way. But weird. Ah, I can't think anymore.
"N-No. She's at work." She will likely be until tonight.
"Then you may go," she nods and walks back to her desk to write down a permission.
I snatch it and run away from school.
"I have a permission! Family emergency!" I shout at the janitor at the entrance. He gets a quick look at Miss Jimenez' signature and blanches, opening the gate for me.
I need to go home. I left Grandpa's letter in my room, and I need to read it again and find out what's going on.
As I open the door, I hear a faint rustling sound nearby. I look behind the bushes, but find nothing. Must be a cat or something.
I come in, throw my stuff on the nearest chair and walk upstairs.
My room smells a little strange. But that's not really important. I have laser-focus on my bed, where the letter rests.
I find my notes, sitting where I left them.
Now I can finally start to understand something more out of this.
"You didn't even knock." Says a smoky female voice I don't recognize. I have never heard it before.
I turn to find the last thing I could ever imagine.
It's the Principal, prostrating himself on the floor.
And sitting on top of him, the most beautiful girl one can imagine, with the most perfect face I have ever seen, more beautiful and more symmetric than any model I have ever masturbated on.
Her long white hair (those are not platinum blond, they are proper silver!) falling down from her scalp, framing a round face with clean cheekbones and thin lips, curved in a grin. Her crimson eyes look at me seem to see right through me, the way a search function sees right through a database.
She is dressed in the same grey suit I have seen her at school just a few hours before.
But… who is this girl?
And why does she speak like she knows me already?
"I… uh. This is… my room. My house."
"Please, let's not get ourselves caught in formalities. Why don't you take a seat?" She flicks her black-nailed finger towards my gaming chair. "I suppose you have a few questions for me."