"Gloria," Dick called out, his voice resonating with unwavering authority. He needed to instill in her the gravity of his command. "When we find ourselves in public, I want you to act precisely as you always have. Be your typical rude and bitchy self," he instructed, raising his voice slightly to emphasize the point.
Gloria gazed up at him, her wide eyes reflecting a blend of confusion, anxiety, and fear. She struggled to process the unusual request from her master, her mind grappling with the idea of behaving aggressively or disrespectfully towards him.
The very thought of bullying her master seemed unthinkable, as it would likely enrage him. Yet, she knew better than to question her master's orders, no matter how perplexing they might seem. She was still confusion about what he really needed her to do.
"Mas-Master... Y-you want me to bully you?" Gloria stammered, her trembling lips revealing her apprehension.
Dick could hear the fear lacing her words, but he understood that this unorthodox instruction was necessary for their plan.
However, his gaze remained cold and unyielding. This is what is needed if man plan must be effective. He thought to himself.
"That is an order!" he declared firmly; his eyes boring into Gloria's.
He wanted her to grasp the seriousness of his directive, to see the determination and authority behind his words. Gloria immediately recognized the seriousness of his command, she straightened herself up and nodded her head in acceptance signifying that she now understood what was asked of her.
The anxiety that had previously clouded her mind and made her confused vanished like dissipating smoke. As a slave, her master's orders were like unbreakable laws and she must obey them unquestionably.
In this new world that Dick found himself in which was governed by a matriarchal system, the societal norms and fashion trends of this world were quite distinct from those of Earth, where Dick had originally come from.
On Earth, it was often women who adorned themselves with makeup and carried fancy designer purses and shoes to enhance their beauty and style.
However, on this world, the roles were reversed. Here, it was the men who took up the role and duty of enhancing their appearance to please the women.
They always aimed to please and draw attention of the women to themselves just like women did on Earth. While they didn't go to the extremes of wearing heavy makeup or carrying ornate purses, they still maintained a unique balance between masculinity and delicacy in their fashion choices.
They paid very close attention to their clothing choices, their hairstyles, their smell, their hobbies, anything at all that they felt would draw a woman's attention. The men were adept at using clothing and grooming to exude a charm that appealed to the women.
Among these fashion-conscious men was John, who embodied the archetype of a typical woman-pleaser.
John had an innate sense of style, and his outfits were always impeccable and stylish. He was a very cautious man who took his time as much as possible to make sure his outfits came out superb and appealing.
He had an incredible knack for picking out stylish clothes, and he took pride in always looking his best. His meticulous approach to fashion was something he applied every single day, without exception.
Today was no exception. As he got ready to step out of his room today, John's attention to detail was on full display. He meticulously went through his grooming routine.
He stood before the mirror, scrutinizing every aspect of his appearance. He carefully checked the cuffs of his shirt, making sure they were perfectly aligned. His fingers expertly straightened his collar, framing his face just the way he liked it, and he painstakingly smoothed out any creases in his pants.
To him, it wasn't just about wearing nice clothes; it was about making sure every detail was impeccable.
Every detail mattered to him.
Once he was satisfied with his clothing, John turned his focus to his hair. With practiced precision, he made the final touches to his hairstyle, aiming for that effortlessly groomed look. He knew that the little things, like perfectly styled hair, mattered just as much as the clothes he wore.
His dedication to his appearance was driven by his daily mission: to please Tina, the most formidable woman in their class.
Tina held a significant position of power, and John was fortunate to have earned her favor. Being her chosen boy-toy was both an honor and a responsibility. He knew that by looking his best and making sure Tina was happy, he maintained his special place in her world.
As Dick entered the bustling classroom, his gaze roamed through the sea of students until it locked onto John. As he stared down the back of his head, it didn't take long for John to notice him, and a sly grin instantly spread across John's face.
It was so clear that John was eagerly anticipating something. He laughed a little as he made his way towards Dick in giant strides. John's eyes never left Dick as he made his way towards him, wearing that mischievous smile.
A dark glint flickered in Dick's eyes as he saw John approach him. Memories of his previous life played in his face as he remember what their relationship was like.
They were not friends.
The memories sent some hurt down his spine but he tried his best to hide any sign of discomfort. Dick's attention briefly shifted to the milk carton, sitting innocently on his breakfast tray. A secret grin played at the corners of his mouth, signaling that he had a plan in motion, and John was the unwitting participant about to discover it.
In few strides, John sauntered over,
"hey Dick" He chided smirking at him "Long time no see"
And in his usual confident demeanor and with a swift move, he snatched the milk carton from Dick's tray. There was no asking, no polite request; he simply took what he wanted as he always does.
With an air of superiority, John unsealed the lid of the milk carton and, with a triumphant demeanor, downed its contents in a single, efficient gulp. The satisfaction on his face was unmistakable as he savored the taste of victory, relishing every drop of the milk.
After John's smug display of satisfaction, he casually sauntered back to the group of girls he had momentarily left behind. His chest puffed out, and he flexed his muscles for all to see, clearly basking in the attention he was receiving.
Witnessing John's smug satisfaction from downing his "Milk", Dick couldn't help but let out a dark, knowing chuckle. It was clear that John had taken the bait, falling right into his trap. Dick had devised a plan involving that milk, intending it for a certain "unlucky man," that crossed his path and it seemed that John had become the unwitting victim.
What John didn't know was that earlier that morning, Dick had secretly injected a tube of laxative into his own milk carton, concocting a scheme to teach his tormentor a lesson he wouldn't soon forget.
As John walked back to the females who he had left to impose his power on Dick, he proudly displayed his biceps and flexed his muscles to the admiring girls around him, he couldn't resist boasting about how the protein in the milk was responsible for his impressive physique, better than most other guys. Dick chuckled again.
With every flex of John's muscles and each boastful word he spoke, Dick's satisfaction grew. If only John knew what extra "protein" he had gulped down.
The few girls surrounding John eagerly stroked his arm and showered him with compliments, their attention fully captivated by his display of masculinity. They seemed to pay no mind to the fact that John had stolen the milk from the unsuspecting and languid Dick, who now stood alongside them, quietly reveling in the success of his devious plan.
The sweet taste of vengeance was a reward he savored as he watched John bask in his moment of glory, oblivious to the impending consequences of his ill-gotten gains.
Gloria stood nearby, her frustration and anger simmering at John's audacious behavior. She yearned to take matters into her own hands and give John a lesson he would carry with him for a lifetime.