Desiree sat in the study of Lena's penthouse. She barely remembered how she got here, and other than she did. Lena, Harry, and a woman named Patricia had been standing to her.
"So, do you understand your place, Ms. Atkins?" Lena asked. "Or would you prefer Ms. Sanders?"
The revelation of her former birth name caused Desiree to shiver a little bit. Harry just smiled and looked her over. He knew he had Desiree underneath her powers.
"So you have powers just like mine, but stronger," Desiree said.
"Yes, and as for your powers, you won't turn them on anyone, unless I give you my consent," Harry said. "Is that clear?"
"Crystal. I only serve to please you and if anything displeases you, I won't do it. I've been acting like a spoiled brat and crying out for a real man. Well, you're the man that I need. But what do you want me to do about my marriage to Lex?"
"Release him from your spell," Lena said. "The marriage will be annulled, due to the fact that Lex was not under his right mind when he agreed to marry you."
"What about Lionel?" Desiree asked. "If you forgive me for saying so, he's trouble. And he could pose a threat to you down the line. He knows a lot of secrets. Some which Lex wanted to know. And if they're about you, there could be many problems."
"Yes, it could be."
Harry cast his gaze towards Lena, who frowned a few seconds later. He did know a lot of secrets.
"Yes, but we don't know what he knows," Lena said. "Dead men, they tell no secrets. And until we know what all of his cards are and who else knows, he remains living."
"Don't target either of the male Luthors, unless I tell you differently," Harry said. "Is that clear?"
"Yes."
Harry leaned in and rewarded Desiree with a small kiss for her obedience. It was a fine line Harry walked, but Desiree was a lot less dangerous on a leash, especially when he was holding it. And Lena asked a favor of Harry to keep her under his thumb.
"I'll take care of your marriage and set Lex straight,' Lena said. "For now, I'll get you to your new home. Go down there and Harry and I will help you settle in soon."
"Right, Mistress."
Desiree walked down the steps and left Patricia, Lena, and Harry standing there. Lena moved over and pulled Harry closer towards her. Harry just flashed a smile towards her.
"You're enjoying it too much," Harry said.
"She tried to seduce you to use you as a pawn to kill her husband, my brother, and collect money," Lena said. "She messed with the wrong woman when she did that."
"Yes, I can see that, luv," Harry said to her. "So, you wanted to tell me something before we got sidetracked?"
Patricia had almost forgotten about what she was going to tell Harry, after Harry and Lena pulled her into ane xperiment.
"My father wants to meet you."
"Seriously?"
This had been a revelation for Harry, because Virgil Swann had not met everyone in over a decade.
"This weekend, if you don't mind," Patricia said. "Saturday, noon."
"Tell your father I'll be there."
Curiosity had gotten the better of many people. Harry had been curious to see what Patricia's father wanted and hoped to meet the reclusive Virgil Swann soon.
"It's been a while since we've had a nice quiet Breakfast at home. Although, you did have a busy last couple of times."
Martha, on her insistence, finished serving breakfast. She brought the pancakes out on the table and took a bite.
"We don't have any worry about the farm as Lena said it was thriving," Harry said. "And you're doing well at Horizon, along with your classes."
For a second, Martha paused and then took a long bite. She looked thoughtful for a long minute before she spoke her mind.
"Never thought I'd go back to school. Always thought to, but you came along. And I had other responsibilities. But, you can take care of yourself now, so I have no worries. And you take care of all of the duties around the farm and then some."
"I have everything handled," Harry said.
"So, any luck with your ship?"
Harry took a long swig of his orange juice
"Actually, I want to ask your advice about it. Kara's a bit anxious about what might happen if I put off activating the key for too much longer, but if I do it, I put people at risk."
"I thought Kara was all for you holding off until you have that pocket dimension of yours built," Martha said. "Speaking of which, how are you coming along on it?"
"Zee's been helping me, but it's a very slow process," Harry said. "The last thing we want to do is bring some horrible magical entity into Smallville by being careless."
"No, I understand," Martha said. "You should just trust your instincts."
If the key reacted in any way, to anything, Harry would know it.
"But, you are curious about it, aren't you?" Martha asked.
"Always," Harry said. "And Kara wishes she knew exactly what failsafes Jor-El inputted into the ship, but she wasn't exactly on speaking terms with him at the end, due to a problem with our fathers."
"It's a pity when families fall out like that," Martha said. "Trust yourself and trust the process though."
"Yes," Harry remarked. "Creating a pocket dimension from the ground up, it's no easy task. But, I'm doing it and close to achieving it."
Harry and Lena returned to one of their trips out into the Kawatche Caves. However, the caves had a guest. Lex stood outside of the cave. He peered over the top of the pair of sunglasses.
"What brings you out here, Lex?" Lena asked.
"Could say the same about you," Lex said. "If you must know, I needed to take a walk after the morning I had. I ran those tests that you told me to do and my new bride doused me with something which inflamed my mind and got me to marry her. She ran off too, I guess she figured out I'm onto her. But, it doesn't matter, because I got the marriage annulled. Guess it's easy to get blinded by a pretty face and other assets."
With that Lex moved on. He took a step into the caves and Harry and Lena did as well. They realized if Lex had been looking around, he might hit upon something. They would have to pull him out of the fire.
"I'm always fascinated about the legends of this cave," Lex said. "And I'm not sure how cut and dry it is."
Harry raised an eyebrow
"How so?"
"Well, the legends go that Naman was the hero and Sageeth is the villain. It makes a nice story, but nothing is black and white. I feel personally Sageeth is a tragic figure. He did what he believed was right. Sure his methods might have been lost along the way, and he had been blinded by his obsessions."
"It's happened to the best of men," Harry said. "Blinded for the greater good."
"Glad you understand," Lex said. "And on the other side, Naman might be as pure and heroic as the Kawatche want you to believe."
"What are you doing here?"
An angry young man, a member of the Kawatche tribe stepped down. He looked at Lena and Lex with so much distrust.
"You shouldn't be here. You are corrupting our culture. You want to drive us out of our homes, and off of our land."
"What's going on here?"
Kyla made her way down to the caves.
"Jeremiah, calm down," Kyla said. "They have permission to be down here. Harry especially."
"You still believe this false god," Jeremiah said. "He's a white man. The devil. They have entered our country, took our land, and claimed it for our own. And now because you're infatuated with him, you're allowing him to take our legacy. Naman should be of Kawatche blood. Naman will rise and take out the pretender."
"Jeremiah, go back to my grandfather, he needs your assistance," Kyla said.
Jeremiah gave Harry one more look of hatred. Kyla turned to Harry, Lena, and Lex.
"I'm sorry about him."
"He's got some strong opinions," Harry said. "Who is he?"
"Jeremiah Holdsclaw. He's my grandfather's teaching assistant. He has strong opinions about how the Naman should come from Kawatche blood and not be an outsider. And these days, the last name Luthor causes a powderkeg."
"Thanks to our father," Lena said.
"Of course," Lex said. "But, Harry's just with us, and he's studying the caves for a school project. And he looks like he wants to kill Harry more than he does us. But, isn't Harry studying the caves for a school project?"
"I am," Harry said.
"It's almost like he thinks that you're...well you're him," Lex said. "But, that's absurd. For one, Naman and Sageeth, they lived thousands of years ago, and I don't believe in reincarnation."
"It does seem far-fetched," Harry said. "He's very distrustful of outsiders."
Lex nodded in response. Lena barely held back a sigh of relief and Kyla had similar feelings as well.
The moment Lex returned to the caves and was out of earshot, Lena leaned closer towards her.
"He came close to outing you to Lex," Lena murmured.
"He doesn't know, neither of them do," Harry said. "You know Lex might put it together eventually."
"Are you going to tell him?" Lena asked.
That particular question had been left, for Lex returned from the caves. He moved past Harry, Lena, and Kyla.
"Thank you for your hospitality," Lex said. "But, something has come up."
"Nothing serious?" Harry asked.
"No," Lex said. "It's just my father needing aid. I'm guessing he booted his latest assistant. Thank you, Ms. Willowbrook. Give your grandfather my regards."
"Thank you, I will,' Kyla said. "Sorry about Jeremiah."
"Don't worry, I'm not a closed-minded bigot who would judge the negative actions of others and apply them on an entire race."
With that, Lex stepped down the hill and returned to his truck. It left Harry and Lena at the caves. They joined Kyla in disappearing into the caves.
Patricia slowly maneuvered her hand back and forth. A metal orb rose up off of the ground a few feet and shot back into the wall. She turned around and caused the orb to ricochet off of the wall. It landed into Harry's hand as he stepped into the room.
"New toy?"
"A long range tracking device, controlled by this wristband," Patricia said. "It can be weaponized, although that's not it's purpose. But it could."
"Anything can be used as a weapon."
Patricia responded with a nod. Oh, it was too true.
"Dad's waiting for you upstairs. Off the landing, third door to your right."
Harry stepped up the stairs and entered. He took a gargoyle door knocker and knocked three times.
"Enter."
Harry stepped into a study. Several books lined the wall. There had been some old equipment from the eighties. Above on the ceiling was a solar system model which glowed through the air. And from a desk, sat Virgil Swann.
"Mr. Kent. Or would you prefer Kal-El?"
"Harry, please, Doctor Swann," Harry said.
"It's been a long time since my cousin Eliza told me she made contact with you. Quite a stroke of fortune you fell out of the sky in front of Alexandra. That influence helped you a lot."
"It has," Harry said.
"And have you found it yet? The key to unlocking your destiny."
"I make my own destiny," Harry told Virgil. "Although, you've been watching me for a long time. Even before I arrived on Earth."
"Yes," Virgil agreed. "Ever since I received this radio message."
A garbled recording came out. Harry put his hand on the back of his ear and listened closer. He got the general gist of the message.
"Krypton is dying. I will send my son. Kal-El will lead them all. He will be divine underneath your yellow sun"
"Ah, you figured it out much sooner than I did," Virgil said. "Countless sleepless nights I spent trying to decipher that message. Weeks even. Underneath our sun, you are a living, breathing god."
"Yes," Harry said. "One might see it. So you knew I was coming."
``Yes, I lead a group of people who were interested in making contact with you, the Traveler, and making sure you were used for all of the right reasons," Virgil said. "It was selfish at the time and quite fortunate the Kents beat us to the punch. But, I didn't appreciate it at the time. Not being able to walk gives one plenty of time to think."
"I'm sure," Harry said. "So your friends, who were they?"
"Well, we all took a vow to never reveal each other to others," Virgil said. "It is for the best we broke apart once we failed to acquire you. For greed destroyed us."
Virgil picked up a small orb which glinted in the sunlight. He peered over the top of his glasses at it.
"Greed. The fate which befalls even the strongest. But, you are well on your way Kal...Harry."
"Yes," Harry said.
"My doors are open to you if you wish to learn what I can," Virgil said. "Although, I do recommend you try and move forward towards your destiny"
"I'll take that under advisement," Harry said.
A group of students moved around, to purchase their class rings. Chloe, Alex, and Harry moved to the table and looked at the rings. Chloe just snorted.
"They must have cut their budget on these rings," Chloe said. "It looks like these things were melted in the shower."
"Yeah, but at least the ring proceeds are going to charity," Harry told her.
"And hopefully this time is not pocketed to build another sauna room for a crazed Football coach who wants to burn down my office," Chloe said. "Wait, you're actually buying one of those?"
"Why not?" Harry asked.
"I can think of several reasons."
"It's for a good cause."
Harry purchased the ring. The moment he touched it, he felt something strange about the ring. The red stone groaned up.
"Harry, you actually bought that?" Emily asked.
"He did," Alex said.
"It's not bad," Harry said. "It's not good either, but it's not bad."
Emily just looked at the ring for a brief second and snorted about it. It was not really well made and honestly, it's craftsmanship offended her. Harry took the ring and decided to slip it on.
Harry's phone rang and he picked it up.
"Harry?"
"Kyla, what can I do for you?" Harry asked.
"It's urgent," Kyla said. "How soon can you get to the caves?"
"Soon," Harry said. "I'll be on my way."
Harry turned to Chloe and Alex who had been looking at him.
"Kyla needs to meet me. Catch you two later."
Harry disappeared and Chloe rolled her eyes. Alex just smiled.
"Comes and goes as he pleases," Chloe said. "If anyone else tried that, anyone else would have detention for a month."
"Well, anyone else doesn't have the grades Harry does," Alex said.
"Or has Lena Luthor on speed dial," Lana said. "Where's Lana?"
"Oh, Lana decided it was her civic duty to show a new student around," Emily said. "She should be meeting us soon. We might as well go, unless one of you is going to buy one of those rings."
Alex looked upon the ring, very thoughtfully and nodded. Why not? She took out her money and purchased the ring.
"Et Tu, Alexandra?" Emily asked with a mocking clutch of her heart.
"Something about this ring is off," Alex said. "Just curious."
She would have to study it later, but Alex had a strange vibe about the ring. She moved off with Emily and Chloe. Harry would have another afternoon adventure. Alex resigned herself to another boring afternoon class, which she unfortunately needed the credit for.
On his way to the caves, Harry swung by to pick up Kara. The two Kryptonian cousins dropped down and met with Kyla along with her grandfather. Joseph looked very grim.
"We have a problem," Joseph said.
"Kyla told me as much," Harry said. "What's the deal?"
"It was an artifact found in the caves," Joseph said. "Years ago, and it was studied at the university that I work at."
"What's so special about it?" Harry asked.
"We believe that people receive supernatural powers from it."
Harry felt like they were getting nowhere from this line of questioning. Kara looked like she was going to agree.
"What kind of powers?"
"It's…."
Kyla put a hand on her grandfather's shoulder and got his attention. She looked at him with a stern glare. She felt her blood boiling from the leader of her pack being threatened.
"You need to tell them everything," Kyla said. "Including how much danger they're in. I just found about before I called you."
"And you shouldn't have called them here until I had a better assessment of the situation,' Joseph said tensely.
Harry cleared his throat in a forceful way and his eyes narrowed.
"Everything. The knife was believed to have properties to destroy Naman, and it was forced by Sageeth himself."
"Careless of you to leave it out in the open," Harry said. "It should have been destroyed."
Joseph shivered underneath the burning gaze of the young man. Literally, a burning gaze, as his eyes glowed a little bit, flashing to life in front of Joseph. Several agonizing seconds passed.
"There are monsters everywhere. And we believed that the knife can be turned against Sageeth as well, should he return. And...there are some who believe that he has."
"Who?" Harry cooly asked. "Who do your people believe?"
"Luthor. Lionel Luthor. My assistant believes it most of all."
It did not take much for Harry to piece together precisely who stole the knife in the first place. His cold gaze lingered in Jeremiah for the next several minutes. Icy and indifferent, he kept his eyes locked into place upon him.
"I'm going to find the knife. And destroy it as you should have."
Harry stepped back and motioned for Kara to follow him. Once the two Kryptonians are out of range, the two of them spoke.
"Either some kind of mystical artifact or it had been forged out of some kind of alien metal," Harry said. "Either would be bad."
"And if it's powerful enough to kill you, it would be a concern."
"Harry! Kara!"
Kyla scrambled to be right behind them.
"He should have told you. I was furious when I found out."
"Kyla, I believe you," Harry said.
"Jeremiah knows," Kyla said. "He knows."
"Yes, I figured," Harry said. "And he must have stolen the knife."
Harry began to calculate a plan on how to deal with this very, very delicate situation. While Lionel would be an unfortunate casualty if Jeremiah struck out against him, Harry's more pressing concern was removing that knife.
One decision came to mind. Lionel would need to be used as bait to draw Jeremiah out in the open and get both him and the knife. Harry arrived outside of the Luthor Mansion.
"I'm not one to talk, but shouldn't you be in school right now?"
Lex met Harry on the way in.
"Jeremiah Holdsclaw has gotten his hands on a powerful weapon which may grant him supernatural powers. And he intends to use it."
"He did seem angry the other day," Lex said. "But, angry enough to commit murder."
"Some members of the Kawatche believe that Lionel is Sageeth."
This caused Lex to burst out into laughter. He looked amused, very amused, and the mirth of his laughter filled the air.
"My father? Is Sageeth? They believe that. Even if I did believe in reincarnation, I don't think my father is a tragic enough figure to do so."
"Well, the point is, that hothead believes he is as well," Harry said. "Where is he?"
"Upstairs, in his study," Lex said. "And I wish you good luck trying to get through to him. He's been an asshole since he was blinded, even more so than usual."
Harry made a mental note of that fact, although it was very obvious. He stepped towards the door. Before he could open it, Lex cleared his throat.
"Is there something going on with you? You just seem a bit more intense. Anything wrong?"
"Just this entire knife business has got me riled up," Harry commented. "I'll let you know if there's anything else you need to know later. For now, I've got to see your father."
"Well, good luck," Lex said again.
Harry stepped into the door. In a blink of an eye, Kara appeared in front of Harry.
"Watch the door."
"Right. What are you going to do?"
"Bait a trap."
Harry slipped into Lionel's study. A very poor taste in opera music showed him that he was on the right path. Kara folded her arms and waited for Harry to do what he was going to do.
Lionel leaned back and allowed the strains of opera music to filter through his ears. At least until someone had turned it up. Lionel's eyes came across the room and fell into a certain spot.
"Who goes there?"
"You're coming with me."
"That's awfully bold of you. Is this a kidnapping? Or is there some other reason why you're here."
Harry moved half of a step to test a theory he had and was gratified that he was right.
"Professor Joseph Willowbrook's assistant, Jeremiah Holdsclaw, has stolen a knife. A knife which Professor Willowbrook believes can give him extraordinary powers."
Harry decided to leave out the fact the knife could potentially harm him. If Lionel already knew, there was no use in bringing it up. If Lionel did not know, well there was no use enlightening.
"Yes, I'm well aware that a group of Kawatche have gotten the delusion idea in their head that I am some reincarnated monster. This Sageeth, if I'm not mistaken."
Lionel rose up and used his cane to walk over to the cabinet. Harry moved the cabinet about six inches to the side and Lionel reacted visibly to it. He fumbled around.
"It appears things have been moved around in this room."
"Regardless of whether or not the fact you believe you're in danger, and while I don't particular care whether or not you live or die, drawing him out in the open is the best case of getting this dangerous weapon away from this hotheaded man."
Lionel sat down and took a long drink from the wine he grabbed and chuckled.
"I never would have thought, in all of my wildest dreams, that the son of Jonathan and Martha Kent would even think of using a handicapped middle aged man as bait to accomplish his goals. But, you're full of surprises."
"And you're full if it Luthor."
Without warning, Harry snatched Lionel by the throat. Even Lionel had been taken off guard by this, being lifted halfway across the chair in his tight grip.
"You know, son, you might be doing Jeremiah's job for him if you just squeeze a bit tighter."
"What were you and my father talking about? The day before he had his heart attack."
"Just….a friendly warning about how some people will take an interest in you. Jonathan was always a mediocre man who felt insecure thanks to his extraordinary son. You are more of a man than he ever was. But, I was only preparing him for what was to come, even if his weak heart couldn't take it."
Lionel had been almost swung into the shelf. It flinched and his eyes had been widened.
"Virgil Swann is just the beginning."
With a casual drop, Lionel landed onto the floor. Then, Harry lifted a book into his hands and hurled it at Lionel who just barely caught it in time.
"You're not fooling me with your act, Luthor."
"What do you mean?"
"I knew you were faking it the entire time."
Lionel took off the glasses and looked over Harry properly. He noticed a ring with a glinting red stone on his hand.
"That ring."
A flash of light erupted in the room which almost did blind Lionel for real. Right before Harry flicked him across the back of the head and caused him to fall down to the ground.
Jeremiah Holdsclaw appeared in front of them. His eyes twisted with fury, his mouth edged into a very malicious smile as he stepped a bit closer.
"The false god and Sageeth both in the same place at the same time. They will see that the power of Naman flows through me and…."
Harry very casually punched Jeremiah outside of the window. His head shattered the window as he slipped all the way through.
Jeremiah turned around in mid-air. Harry blasted out of the window in front of him. A beam of heat vision hit Jeremiah right against the arm. Harry grabbed him by the arm and sent him flying directly into the nearest tree. Harry grabbed him by the head and curb stomped him into the ground.
"No, I have power now!" Jeremiah yelled. "Even if you were infected by the meteors, you will bow before a god!"
"Well, if you're such a god, then let go of the knife!"
Jeremiah made an attempt to plunge the knife into Harry's gut. Harry dodged the attacks and blocked the knife and then headbutted Jeremiah. Jeremiah almost knocked Harry off of his feet and created a wind attack which caused the trees and the windows of the Luthor Mansion to rattle.
Harry took a deep breath and blew the window back. Jeremiah's powers were raw force, off of anger. Harry zipped around him and hit him with numerous punches. Each punch hit a certain part of him. Jeremiah blasted up to the sky. Then Harry followed him. Harry flipped over the top of the man's head and drove him against the side of one of the pillars of the Luthor Mansion.
"I'm going to kill every one of your friends, including the two Luthors. They are the spawn of Sageeth, so they….aghhhh!"
Harry fired his heat vision through the man's hand and dislodged the knife.
"Kara!"
Kara zipped in and took the knife down. Harry grabbed Jeremiah by the head and then smashed him in the face with a huge fist. He had residual power from the knife and tried to fight back. However, not for long, as Harry reared back and punched him.
"I surrender!"
Harry punched Jeremiah in the face and kicked and punched him repeatedly. He slammed Jeremiah onto the ground and kicked and stomped his stomach repeatedly. Harry grabbed his head and drove elbow after elbow into the side of his neck.
"HARRY!"
Kyla grabbed Harry from behind and just barely was able to pull him off of Jeremiah. The young man was bleeding from the neck and mouth, and he could barely move.
"He threatened my friends," Harry said.
"He doesn't have the knife,' Kyla said.
"What happened?"
Lena stepped inside and saw the badly beaten man on the ground. Jeremiah spat up blood, and his limbs were contorted in such a way that he could barely walk.
"He tried to kill your father, I stopped him."
With that very casual assessment, Harry pulled away from Kyla and stood over Jeremiah's body.
"You're lucky she was there. Next time you try something against me, I will kill you."
Harry's voice chilled all who heard it. Harry walked past Kyla.
"Tell your grandfather to pick who he trusts more wisely."
"Yes, of course," Kyla said.
She just saw the terrifying power of a god who had been insulted up close. She really hoped Jeremiah's actions did not cause any trouble.
"Yes, yes, I don't know what happened. I just found him out here."
Lena got off of the phone and turned to Kyla.
"The paramedics on their way are on their way."
Thankfully, Lex had been at the plant. Lionel would not say anything, without implicating himself. And Jeremiah was in no condition to say anything, and Lena had a shrewd thought that he would not say anything. Just as she collected her thoughts, her phone went off.
"Alex? Yes, he was wearing a ring. Really? You think that they're made of….let's make sure of it. I'll send someone to pick it up."
It did explain a lot.
Harry sat at his favorite cafe. His favorite waitress arrived. Imra looked at the empty seat behind Harry.
"No date? Did you lose your magic touch?"
"No."
Much to Imra's shock, and delight, Harry pulled the lovely blonde woman onto his lap and began to kiss her, boldly and deeply. Imra moaned as Harry buried his tongue into her mouth. The other patrons looked up, in shock at what Harry was doing and Harry ran his hands down Imra's body.
"You've been teasing me for so long," Harry told her. "And now, it's time for you to pay up."
Harry's hands drifted down to a very sensitive area. They were wonderful, stroking every single last inch of her body. It took Imra some time to snap out of it, right as Harry began to undo the top of her uniform and feel up her chest.
"Harry, I don't mind this, but I do have to work," Imra breathed. "How about we meet back at my place when I get off at five?"
"Oh, you will be getting off at five then."
Harry pulled back and left Imra a sweaty, dripping mess, and highly aroused. He gave her one more panty ruining kiss before pulling back.
"Guess, I better head back to school."
Imra nodded and looked at Harry. A very thirsty look appeared in her eyes. She snapped back into her professional demeanor.
The moment Harry stepped out of the cafe, he stopped as Kara landed in front of him.
"The knife was created by a metal alloy found on Krypton. And it was believed to be part of a sword created by the House of Zod."
Well, that was interesting, but Harry figured that Kara had more to say. And she did.
"The sword was lost before the General Zod I knew ascended for infamy. If only a piece of it had been Earth, it might be useful."
"Yes," Harry said. "Thank you for today Kara. You deserve a nice little reward."
Harry pulled Kara into his arms and grabbed her ass before kissing her. Despite them being out in a very public parking lot, the kiss had been returned with an intense amount of heat shared between Kryptonians.
"Thank you, really."
"It was my pleasure….oh, hey Harry."
Harry appeared outside to meet with Lana. He casually strolled in, as if he did not miss the entire day. Lana had been talking to a beautiful blonde girl. She dressed in a mesh top which showed her bra and it also showed off her sexy midriff, and a pair of tight jeans. She wore a black choker around her neck and had been eyeing Harry.
"Jessie, this is my boyfriend, Harry Kent. Harry, this is Jessie Brooks."
"Oh, it's really nice to meet you, Harry," Jessie said as she eyed him up.
"Ms. Brooks, a word."
The school principal came up behind them and he eyed him.
"Ms. Brooks, your clothes are unacceptable. I will let it slide, but in the future, try and wear something which is a bit more school appropriate."
"Actually, I think that her clothes are very appropriate," Harry said. "I'm learning a lot about how hot she is, just by looking at her."
"And you, Mr. Kent, you are setting a poor example. Where were you? You did not show up to any class today."
"Well, I can teach half of those classes better than any of the teachers you've hired for one thing," Harry said. "All of my work is finished. And I can come and go as I please. And if you have a problem with that, talk to Lena Luthor. And I'll be sure to mention how much you've been oogling the girls in your school, and trying to lure them into your office to discuss dress code violations."
The principal started to sputter.
"I did no such thing…."
"Don't bother me and I won't bother you."
The principal had no comment for that. He turned about and walked off. Jessie whistled and looked appreciatively at Harry for a good long minute. Harry wrapped his arm around her and pulled her in tight, much to her pleasant surprise.
"I can teach you more than this school can. Including all of the places where you can sneak off and have a quick fuck when you're stressed out."
"Mmm, sounds interesting," Jessie said. "Is Lana okay with this?"
"Well, she's only one of my girlfriends," Harry said. "Shall we get to it, babe?"
Harry squeezed Jessie's ass and she smiled. She leaned in and planted a wet kiss on his mouth, before Harry lead her off into a more secluded area.
From the other side, Emily and Chloe came over to join Lana.
"So, maybe I'm imagining things," Chloe started. "But is every girl in this school dripping for Harry. Even more so than they usually do."
"You're not," Emily said.